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Then the other man walked forward and stood beside the little table with the glass and pitcher of water on it. Missy felt constrained to cast a look at the Honourable Ridgeley Holman Dobson.
Chilton. We have often heard you spoken of in the most affectionate terms by our friends, but not near neighbors, the Ayletts, of Ridgeley, county. Is it long since you met or heard from them?" "Some months, madam. I hope they were in their usual health when you last saw them?" Receiving her affirmative reply with a courteous bow, and the assurance that he was "happy to hear it," Mr.
I would I write direct to them, but think it likely that Jenkyns, the managing man of the firm, is in your neighborhood at this time. He told me, when I was in town, of his intention to visit Mrs. Wilson, his sister, I believe, who lives on the White Oak road, about three miles from Ridgeley. Send for him, and put the samples into his hands.
He saw her looking at him, and he flashed one enigmatical glance into her eyes, and rose to go out. "How you getting on, Williams?" Ridgeley asked. Williams resented his question. "Oh, I'm all right," he said, sullenly. The meal was all over in an incredibly short time. One by one, two by two, they rose heavily and lumbered out with one last, wistful look at Mrs. Field.
Ridgeley," said he, "I would like to know more of you. You young men are fresher, see, and what is better, feel quicker and clearer than the older and more hackneyed. Are you already shelled over with accepted dogmas, and without the power of receiving new ideas?" "I hardly know; I fear I am not very reverent.
A slender, white-haired, very young looking man, and another of large and heavy mould occupied the front room, while in the rear sat a third, with his feet on the table. Bart looked around and bowing to each: "I see Mr. Ranney is not in;" and with another glance around, "I presume Mr. Wade is not?" "No. Both would be in during the evening." "I am Bart Ridgeley," he said.
When she had finished, "By the way," remarked her father, "I understand that our travelled young townsman, who has just returned from foreign parts, was at the post-office this afternoon, and perhaps you met him." "Whom do you mean?" asked Julia. "Your mother's pet, Bart Ridgeley." "Now, papa, that is hardly kind, after what you said of him the other day. He is not mother's pet at all.
"It amuses her. He was telling her how this and that is done in Boston, and she in return told him how we do not do the same things here, and claimed that our way is the best." "Here comes Major Ridgeley. He seems much at home in a ball-room." "Yes, he is one of those ready men, who always appear best in a crowd."
I doubt, sometimes, if he has ever heard whom she married or where she lives so carefully has he shunned every reference to her or any of the Ridgeley people. During the nine years we have lived together, he has given me no cause to suspect that he ever thinks of her, or laments the broken engagement.
"What a horrible place! Are they all like that?" "No, my camps are not like that or, I should say, our camps," Ridgeley added, with a smile. "Not a gay place at all," said Field, in exaggerated reserve. But Mrs. Field found her own camps not much better.
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