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If only Popenjoy could be taken to a Brotherton pastrycook, and be got to eat a Brotherton bun, the Marquis would become the most popular man in the neighbourhood, and the undoubted progenitor of a long line of Marquises to come. A little kindness after continued cruelty will always win a dog's heart; some say, also a woman's. It certainly seemed to be the way to win Brotherton.
Don't you find this second change in your name very perplexing, particularly in regard to your linen? All your nice wedding things will have become wrong so soon! "And now I can impart a secret. There are promises of a little Giblet. Of course it is premature to speak with certainty; but why shouldn't there be a little Giblet as well as a little Popenjoy?
Of course, we all feel that the property has fallen into much better hands. And I am so glad that you have a boy. Dear little Popenjoy! Do, do forgive me, so that I may have an opportunity of kissing him. I am, at any rate, "Your affectionate old friend, Affectionate old friend! Serpent! Toad! Nasty degraded painted Jezebel! Forgive her! No, never; not though she were on her knees!
Not that I say he's wrong. I think it was a pity, because everybody says that the little Lord Popenjoy will die. You were talking of me and my glories, but long before you are my age you will be much more glorious. You will make a charming Marchioness." "I never think about it, Mrs. Jones; and I wish papa didn't. Why shouldn't the little boy live?
"If they don't see him, they may think he isn't Popenjoy at all." "Oh! they'll think that, will they? How will seeing help them?" "It would be so nice to have him here, if it's only for a little," said the Marchioness. "So that's it," he said, after a long pause. "That's George's game, and the Dean's; I can understand." "No, no, no; not George," said the unhappy mother.
"I can't drink porter," said Mary, in despair. "My dear, you ought to; you ought indeed; you must. I remember as well as if it were yesterday Sir Henry telling me it was the only sure thing. That was before Popenjoy was born, I mean Brotherton. I do so hope it will be a Popenjoy, my dear." This was the last word said to her as Mary was escaping from the room.
When she left the drawing-room, the conversation turned again upon the great Popenjoy question, and from certain words which fell from the Dean, Jack was enabled to surmise that Lord George had reason to hope that an heir might be born to him. "He does not look as though he would live long himself," said the Dean, speaking of the Marquis. "I trust he may with all my heart," said Lord George.
The young and lovely Marchioness of Brotherton! I'll be bound you think about it less than anybody else, but it would be nice. I wonder whether you'd cut a poor old woman like me, without a handle to her name. And then it would be Popenjoy at once! Only how the bonfires wouldn't burn if it should turn out to be only a disability after all.
"No; I never do anything early. But I don't like a fuss just as I am going. I'll get down and drive away to catch some train. My man will manage it all." "You go to London?" "I shall be in Italy within a week. I hate Italy, but I think I hate England worse. If I believed in heaven and thought I were going there, what a hurry I should be in to die." "Let us know how Popenjoy is."
He was perturbed and gloomy, the Dean having assured them that he did not mean to allow the Popenjoy question to rest. "I stand in no awe of your brother," the Dean had said to him. This had angered Lord George, and he had refused to discuss the matter any further. At nine Lady George went up to dress, and at half-past ten she started with her father.
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