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"Never yet," said Miss Portman, "did mere ceremonious person win any thing like real affection; especially from children, who are often excellent, because unprejudiced, judges of character." "We are all apt to think, that an opinion that differs from our own is a prejudice," said Lady Delacour: "what is to decide?" "Facts, I should think," said Belinda.
There! my breath has set them in motion. Look, they shake, shake, shake, like the great rocking-stones at Brimham Crags." "That is comparing small things to great, indeed!" said Mr. Percival. "By-the-by," cried Mr. Vincent, "Miss Portman has never seen those wonderful rocking-stones suppose we were to ride to see them to-morrow?"
"Belinda Mary," said T. X. at parting, "you have got to give up your little country establishment, wherever it may be and come back to the discomforts of Portman Place. Oh, I know you can't come back yet. That 'somebody' is there, and I can pretty well guess who it is." "Who?" she challenged. "I rather fancy your mother has come back," he suggested. A look of scorn dawned into her pretty face.
You must think all this out in time, David. Please don't laugh in that scornful way. It hurts. I am very serious. Your friends, your people, will welcome me gladly as the granddaughter of Albert Portman, but will they take me, can they accept me, as the granddaughter of Stephen Braddock?
All this went off admirably well with every body but Miss Portman; she could not help thinking it extraordinary that a person who was obviously fond of being waited upon would never suffer any person to assist her at her toilet except Marriott, a woman of whom she was evidently afraid.
For that other vision her crystal had supplied after the robbery in Portman Square he was not responsible; but it was he who had suggested the "pictures" for her to see on shipboard. He hated the recollection now. Even Annesley could not think it more contemptible than he did. Still worse was the remembrance of Mrs. Ellsworth's latchkey, the keeping of which had been accidental at first.
Whenever he thought distinctly upon his future plans, Virginia's attachment, and the hopes which he had imprudently inspired, appeared insuperable obstacles to his union with Miss Portman; but, in more sanguine moments, he flattered himself with a confused notion that these difficulties would vanish.
I should be sorry that Miss Portman, from any thing that has passed, should run away with the idea that I am a niggardly husband, or a tyrant, though I certainly like to be master in my own house. What are you doing, madam? that is your note, that does not go into the pocket-book, you know."
"I beg your pardon, sir," says the man, dismounting as he spoke, "but there's a telegram from London about your house in Portman Square, and I came up to see if you know anything about it." "Of course I do, constable very good of you, though. Tell them it's all right, just a little party to some of my old friends. And here's a sovereign for you; call again later on if you have anything to say.
But come, my dear, dash into the middle of things at once, in the true Epic style." "Then to dash into the midst of things at once," said Miss Portman, speaking very quick: "Mr. Hervey observed that Miss Delacour was growing very fond of me." "Miss Delacour, did you say?" cried her ladyship: "Et puis?"
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