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Poynsett spent in solitude, except for visits from the Rectory, and one from Joanna Bowater, who looked in while Julius was sitting with her, and amused them by her account of herself as an emissary from home with ten pounds to be got rid of from her father and mother for good neighbourhood's sake. She brought Mrs.
"There shall not be, my dear, if it will spoil the evening for you," said Mrs. Poynsett. "I promised," said Anne. At that moment the servants came in with the preparations for the afternoon tea, closely followed by the ever punctual Cecil. Mrs.
"Indisputable," said Raymond; "but this frank contained a letter from the second Sir Robert to my father." Mrs. Poynsett made a sign of acquiescence, and Cecil pouted in her dignified way, though Mrs. Poynsett tried to improve matters by saying, "Then it appears that Miss Strangeways will have a series of Peel autographs, all in fact but the first generation."
She would not condemn the pleasures she had shared with her parents, by abstinence from them, any more than she would deviate from Lady Rathforlane's nursery management to please Mrs. Poynsett and Susan.
Charnock Poynsett has to think of la belle mere." "She has given up the management of all matters of society to me," said Cecil with dignity; "you may reckon on me." "No hope of the Bowaters, of course," said Mrs. Duncombe. "Miss Bowater is coming to stay with us," volunteered Cecil. "To be near that unlucky Life Guardsman manque," said Mrs. Duncombe.
It will never cease to haunt me." He sat in deep despondency, while Mrs. Poynsett overlooked her resources; but presently he started up, saying, "There's one shadow of a hope. I'll go over to Sirenwood, insist on seeing one her and having an explanation. I have a right, whatever I did yesterday; and you have forgiven me for that, mother!" "I think it is the most hopeful way.
"But you can be Frank's light and hope the prize for which he can work." "If your mother will have it so then," said Eleonora, and the sigh that followed was one to relieve, not exhaust. "May I tell her then?" "You must, I suppose," said the poor girl; "but she can never wish it to go on!" Julius left her at her own door and went home. As Mrs. Poynsett said, she could expect nothing better of him.
"We must put out our programmes," Cecil added; "people will not work in earnest till the day is fixed and they know the sellers." "Yes, the lady patronesses are most important," said Lady Tyrrell, writing them down: "Mrs. Raymond Charnock Poynsett; Lady Rosamond, eh?" "Oh no, Julius won't hear of it." "And opposition is sweet: so we lose her romantic name, and the stall of the three brides. Mrs.
Cecil was nowhere to be seen. Nursing her wrath to keep it warm. The hours of the soiree had been early; but the breakfast was so irregular and undecided as to time, that no one took much notice of an intimation which Jenkins had received from the grim Mrs. Grindstone that Mrs, Charnock Poynsett would take breakfast in her own room.
Yet there was something striking in Cecil's having made people call her Mrs. Raymond Poynsett, surrendering the Charnock, which she had once brandished in all their faces, and going by the name by which her husband had been best known.
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