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"I should have waited for you, anyway. Now go and retrieve Pomfret; you've just got time."
"And aren't you going to say good-by to your host and hostess?" "Hostess?" he repeated, puzzled. "Hostesses," she corrected herself, "Mrs. Pomfret and Alice. I thought you had eyes in your head," she added, with a fleeting glance at them. "Is Crewe engaged to Miss Pomfret?" he asked. "Are all men simpletons?" said Victoria. "He doesn't know it yet, but he is."
So Lady Mary wrote to Lady Pomfret on October 10; and a few days later she supplemented the information in a letter to her husband: "I find myself very well here. I am visited by the most considerable people of the town, and all the foreign ministers, who have most of them made great entertainments for me.
"I'm so glad to see you again." Austen said something which he felt was entirely commonplace and inadequate to express his own sentiments, while Alice gave him an uncertain bow, and Mrs. Pomfret turned her glasses upon him. "You remember Mr. Vane," said Victoria; "you met him at Humphrey's." "Did I?" answered Mrs. Pomfret. "How do you do? Can't something be done to punish those rowdies?"
The outside world has paused to draw breath at the spectacle, and members of the metropolitan press are filling the rooms of the Ripton House and adding to the prosperity of its livery-stable. Mr. On the occasion of one of these gatherings, when Mr. Crewe had been inaccessible for four hours, Mrs. Pomfret drove up in a victoria with her daughter Alice.
"Your horses don't frighten," he had said. "No, but I wanted to speak to you, Humphrey," Mrs. Pomfret had replied; "you are becoming so important that nobody ever has a glimpse of you. I wanted to tell you what an interest we take in this splendid thing you are doing." "Well," said Mr. Crewe, "it was a plain duty, and nobody else seemed willing to undertake it." Mrs. Pomfret's eyes had flashed.
Crewe; "it doesn't cost anything to look at flowers, that's what they're for. Cost something to put 'em in. I got that little feller Ridley to lay 'em out I believe I told you. He's just beginning. Hello, Alice." "I think he did it very well, Humphrey," said Miss Pomfret. "Passably," said Mr. Crewe. "I told him what I wanted and drew a rough sketch of the garden and the colour scheme."
'Must my boy make pills himself, then? asked the major, ruefully. 'To be sure. The youngest apprentice always does. It's not hard work. He'll have the comfort of thinking he won't have to swallow them himself. And he'll have the run of the pomfret cakes, and the conserve of hips, and on Sundays he shall have a taste of tamarinds to reward him for his weekly labour at pill-making.
Pomfret, however, though sometimes blinded by her prejudices, was no fool; and it was absolutely impossible to make her believe that a candle, which had been left on the hearth, where Corkscrew protested he had left it, could have set curtains on fire which were at least six feet distant.
And your dear mother perhaps you will know some day what the responsibility is of seeing a daughter well placed in life." Victoria coloured, and withdrew her hand. "I fear that time is a long way off, Mrs. Pomfret," she replied. "I think so much of Victoria," Mrs. Pomfret declared a moment later to her guest; "she's like my own daughter. But at times she's so hopelessly unconventional.
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