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Shall I take him with me, or will you undertake to send him back?" "Take him, if you can make him loose his hold of me," said David, feebly. "Is this gentleman here in the confectionery line your brother, then, sir?" said Mr. Prettyman, feeling that it was an occasion on which format language must be used.
He accepted the character almost gratefully, though he felt that he was being led away from his purpose. He consoled himself for this, however, by remembering that the path by which Miss Prettyman was now leading him, led to the magnificent, and to those pleasant castles in the air which he had been building as he walked into Silverbridge.
Pierces, by appointment, where we find good company: a fair lady, my Lady Prettyman, Mrs. Corbet, Knipp; and for men, Captain Downing, Mr. Lloyd, Sir W. Coventry's clerk, and one Mr. Tripp, who dances well. After some trifling discourse, we to dancing, and very good sport, and mightily pleased I was with the company.
"Nursie dear," she said, "I don't want you to grieve about leaving the old home, for it isn't an awfully good one; the new one is going to be ever so much better!" "That's so, I'm sure, dearie, only 'tis new," faltered Mrs. Prettyman. "If you're spared to my age, Missie, you'll find as new things scare you." "Ah, but not a new house, Nursie! Wait till I describe it!
Mr Crawley's old hat, and short rusty cloak, and dirty boots, had been duly observed and chronicled by the minor canon; and Mr Thumble had been enabled to put together a not altogether false picture of what had occurred. As soon as the greetings between Mr Robarts and the ladies had been made, Miss Anne Prettyman broke out again, just where she had left off when Mr Robarts came in.
"Quack, quack, quack!" it said, waddling off angrily as Lavendar approached. At the sound of the duck's raucous voice both the women looked up. "Is this Mrs. Prettyman's cottage, ma'am?" Lavendar asked with his charming smile. "Yes, sir, 't is indeed, and who may you be, if I may be so bold as to ask?" "I'm Mr. Lavendar, Mrs. de Tracy's lawyer, Mrs. Prettyman.
"Prettyman cannot read," snapped Mrs. de Tracy. "She must be told, and the sooner the better." "Well, Mrs. de Tracy," said the young man with a short laugh, "provided it is not I who have to tell her, well and good. I warn you the task would not be to my taste unless compensation were offered her." Mrs. de Tracy's features hardened to a degree unusual even to her.
Miss Prettyman paused before she replied, and, when she did speak, Major Grantly had risen from his chair and was standing with his back to the fire. "Major Grantly," she said, "you shall see her if you please, and if she pleases; but I doubt whether her answer at such a moment as this would be that which you would wish to receive." "You think she would refuse me?"
"I don't think it's quite so bad as that," said Miss Anne, unable to restrain her defence. Then, as Mary entered the room, Miss Prettyman the elder laid her hands down on certain books and papers as though to hide them from profane eyes. "I am glad to see you, Mary," said Miss Prettyman gravely. "I've brought such a piece of news," said Mary.
Is that letter in your hand anything for me to see, my dear?" Then Grace explained that she did not wish to show Miss Dale's letter, but that Miss Dale had asked her to go to Allington. "And you will go," said Miss Prettyman. "It will be the best thing for you, and the best thing for your mother." It was at last decided that Grace should go to her friend at Allington, and to Allington she went.
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