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But Sir Louis knew that she was acknowledged to be a lady; and he was ambitious that his "lady" should be a lady. There was also much to recommend Mary to the mother, to any mother; and thus it came to pass, that Miss Thorne had no obstacle between her and the dignity of being Lady Scatcherd the second; no obstacle whatever, if only she could bring herself to wish it.
"No, Scatcherd," he said at last, "she cannot come here; she would not be happy here, and, to tell the truth, I do not wish her to know that she has other relatives." "Ah! she would be ashamed of her mother, you mean, and of her mother's brother too, eh? She's too fine a lady, I suppose, to take me by the hand and give me a kiss, and call me her uncle?
For Joe still had a crooked nose, all the doctor's care having been inefficacious to remedy the evil effects of Bridget's little tap with the rolling-pin. Joe had no written credentials, for his master was hardly equal to writing, and Lady Scatcherd had declined to put herself into further personal communication with Dr Fillgrave; but he had effrontery enough to deliver any message.
I kept expecting that Miss Scatcherd would praise her attention; but, instead of that, she suddenly cried out "You dirty, disagreeable girl! you have never cleaned your nails this morning!" Burns made no answer: I wondered at her silence. "Why," thought I, "does she not explain that she could neither clean her nails nor wash her face, as the water was frozen?"
I ought not to have brought Sir Louis Scatcherd here: I ought to have known that he would have disgraced himself." "Oh! it does not signify," said her ladyship in a tone almost of disappointment. "I had forgotten it. Mr Gresham and you had more inconvenience than we had." "He is an unfortunate, wretched man most unfortunate; with an immense fortune which he can never live to possess."
But his longings, perhaps, were not so much that Mary should be rich, as that she should have the power of heaping coals of fire upon the heads of those people who had so injured her. Louis Scatcherd When Dr Thorne reached Boxall Hill he found Mr Rerechild from Barchester there before him.
And then Dr Thorne, taking Lady Scatcherd's hand and leading her out into another chamber, told her the truth. "Lady Scatcherd," said he, in his tenderest voice and his voice could be very tender when occasion required it "Lady Scatcherd, do not hope; you must not hope; it would be cruel to bid you do so." "Oh, doctor! oh, doctor!" "My dear friend, there is no hope."
By degrees, slow degrees, Frank managed to change the conversation, and to induce Lady Scatcherd to speak on some other topic than his own infantine perfections. He affected an indifference as he spoke of her guest, which would have deceived no one but Lady Scatcherd; but her it did deceive; and then he asked where Mary was. "She's just gone out on her donkey somewhere about the place.
But even this receipt, generally as it is recognised, will not make a gentleman. It is hard, indeed, to define what receipt will do so, though people do have in their own minds some certain undefined, but yet tolerably correct ideas on the subject. Be that as it may, two years at Eton, and three terms at Cambridge, did not make a gentleman of Louis Philippe Scatcherd.
"You'll have to see that will carried out, Thorne. Now I'll tell you what I have done." "You're not going to tell me how you have disposed of your property?" "Not exactly; at least not all of it. One hundred thousand I've left in legacies, including, you know, what Lady Scatcherd will have." "Have you not left the house to Lady Scatcherd?" "No; what the devil would she do with a house like this?
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