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But in the midst of all this she would refer every minute to Mary's coming baby as the coming Popenjoy not a possible Popenjoy at some future time, but the immediate Popenjoy of the hour, to be born a Popenjoy! Poor Mary, in answer to all this, would agree with everything. She never contradicted the old lady, but sat longing that the hour might come to an end.
But she was sufficiently intimate with the ladies to treat the baby and its mother with all the scorn of an upturned nose. Nor was the name of Popenjoy once heard from her lips. But what were the ladies to do? On the evening of the third day Lady Sarah wrote to her brother George, begging him to come down to them.
But, since that, a general idea had come to prevail that the Dean was wrong-headed, and Lady Brabazon had given in her adhesion to Popenjoy. She had gone so far as to call at Scumberg's, and to leave a box of bonbons. "I hope so, Mrs. Houghton; I do hope so. Quarrels are such dreadful things in families. Brotherton isn't, perhaps, all that he might have been."
What is the use of lying. I shall be very glad to see Lord George a marquis, and then your Popenjoy will be Popenjoy. "You remember the Baroness, your Baroness. Oh, the Baroness! She absolutely asked me to let her come to Killancodlem. 'But I hate disabilities and rights, said I. She gave me to understand that that made no difference. Then I was obliged to tell her that I hadn't a bed left.
But the great days of her life are those in which Popenjoy is brought to her. The young scapegrace will never stay above five minutes with his grandmother, but the old lady is sure that she is regarded by him with a love passing the love of children. At Christmas time, and for a week or two before, and a month or two afterwards, the house is full of company and bright with unaccustomed lights.
But he was an ugly, swarthy little boy, with great black eyes, small cheeks, and a high forehead, very unlike such a Popenjoy as Lord George would have liked to have seen. Lord George got up and stood over him, and leaning down kissed the high forehead. "My poor little darling," he said. "As for being poor," said the Marquis, "I hope not. As to being a darling, I should think it doubtful.
I am very sorry indeed that you should have lost your son. I trust you will credit me for saying so much with absolute truth. "Yours always, "I don't believe a word of it," he said almost out loud. To his thinking it was almost impossible that what his brother said should be true. Why should he be sorry, he that had done his utmost to prove that Popenjoy was not Popenjoy?
Of course she thought that it referred to the old overtures made to her by Lord George; but in that case, had she married Lord George, she could only have been made a marchioness by his own death, by that and by the death of the little Popenjoy of whom she had heard so much. "If it had come in my way fairly," she said with an arch smile. "I don't mean that you should have murdered anybody.
The Marquis was gone, and that false Popenjoy was gone; and his daughter was the wife of the reigning Lord, and the child, his grandchild, was about to be born. He was sure that the child would be a boy! But even were a girl the eldest, there would be time enough for boys after that. There surely would be a real Popenjoy before long. And what was he to gain, he himself?
The Marchioness remembered how Sir Henry had told her, before Popenjoy was born, that all carriage exercise was bad. And why should she go to the deanery? Who could say whether the Dean would let her come away again? What a feather it would be in the Dean's cap if the next Popenjoy were born at the deanery. It was explained to her that in no other way could she see her husband.
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