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Miss Octavia Bassett indeed I think in fact, Miss Octavia Bassett is quite, one might almost say even more, charming than her aunt." "Yes," admitted Mr. Burmistone; "perhaps one might. She is less ripe, it is true; but that is an objection time will remove." "There is such a delightful gayety in her manner!" said Mr. Poppleton; "such an ingenuous frankness! such a a such spirit!
He was a needy man, and was forced to work hard to get a decent living for himself, his sister, Miss Grizzy Evans, and an orphan nephew, Stephen Poppleton. Mr.
"That is derision, I suppose," he remarked restively. She glanced up again. "At all events," she said, "there is nothing to laugh at in Lucia Gaston. Will you ask Lady Theobald? I want you to ask her to let Lucia Gaston come and play croquet with us on Tuesday. She is to play with you against Mr. Poppleton and me." "Who is Mr. Poppleton?" he asked, with some reserve.
Walker. "My dear Captain Walker! would you question my integrity? Who was it that made Mrs. Millington's fortune, the celebrated Mrs. Millington, who has now got a hundred thousand pounds? Who was it that brought out the finest tenor in Europe, Poppleton?
Arthur Poppleton, blushing, a trifle timorous perhaps, but happy beyond measure to find himself in Miss Belinda's parlor again, with Miss Belinda's niece. Perhaps the least possible shade of his joyousness died out when he caught sight of Mr. Francis Barold, and certainly Mr. Francis Barold was not at all delighted to see him. "What does the fellow want?" that gentleman was saying inwardly.
Arthur Poppleton had spent the greater part of his afternoon in Miss Belinda Bassett's front parlor, and that Octavia had entertained him in such a manner that he had been beguiled into forgetting the clerical visits he had intended to make, and had finally committed himself by a promise to return a day or two later to play croquet.
Arthur Poppleton beamed and flourished under her treatment, and forgot to change color, and even ventured to talk a good deal, and make divers quite presentable little jokes.
Poppleton, who has a summer place of his own, looked at the gates very critically. "Now, do you know what I'd have done with those gates, if they were mine?" he said. "No," said Beverly-Jones. "I'd have set them two feet wider apart; they're too narrow, old chap, too narrow." Poppleton shook his head sadly at the gates.
'Yes, he continued, 'she was by birth a lady which made the infliction harder to bear. Poor old Poppleton! Again and again I have heard him what do you think? laboriously explaining jests to her. That was a trial, as you may imagine. There we sat, we three, in the unbeautiful little parlour for they were anything but rich.
"Of course it was but very little," hesitated Miss Belinda; "but but I could not help seeing that he was drawing comparisons, as it were. Octavia was teaching Mr. Poppleton to play croquet; and she was rather exhilarated, and perhaps exhibited more freedom of manner, in an innocent way, quite in an innocent, thoughtless way, than is exactly customary; and I saw Mr.
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