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Shorne and Mrs. Melville saw her vulgarity now! By the new light of knowledge, how certain they were that they had seen her ungentle training in a dozen little instances. 'She is not well-bred, 'cela se voit', said Lady Jocelyn. 'Bred! it's the stage! How could such a person be bred? said Mrs. Shorne.
The idea was so utterly opposed to the principles Sir Franks had been trained in, that his intellect could not grasp it. He listened to his sister, Mrs. Shorne: he listened to his wife; he agreed with all they said, though what they said was widely diverse: he consented to see and speak to Evan, and he did so, and was much the most distressed.
'What harm? Lady Jocelyn asked; for Rose's absence of conscious guile in appealing to her reason had subjugated that great faculty. 'Simply a sense of propriety, Emily, said Mrs. Shorne, with a glance at Ferdinand. 'You have no objection, I suppose! Lady Jocelyn addressed him. 'Ferdinand will join us, said Rose. 'Thank you, Rose, I'd rather not, he replied.
The moment Evan appeared, the sickness produced in her by the Countess passed, and she was ready to brave her situation. With no mock humility she permitted Mrs. Shorne to place her in a seat where glances could not be interchanged. She was quite composed, calmly prepared for conversation with any one.
More of this most interesting Juliana Bonner by-and-by. It is clear to me that Rose's fortune is calculated upon the dear invalid's death! Is not that harrowing? It shocks me to think of it. 'Then there is Mrs. Shorne. She is a Jocelyn and such a history!
'He will not let us help him, Mama, unless we have all given him our hands. 'Probably not. There's always a fund of nonsense in those who are capable of great things, I observe. It shall be a family expedition, if you like. 'What! exclaimed Mrs. Shorne. 'Do you mean that you intend to allow Rose to make one of the party? Franks! is that your idea? Sir Franks looked at his wife.
Her first measure was to compel Sir Franks to put down his book. Lady Jocelyn subsequently had to do the same. 'Well, what have you done, Franks? said Mrs. Shorne. 'Done? answered the poor gentleman. 'What is there to be done? I've spoken to young Harrington. 'Spoken to him! He deserves horsewhipping! Have you not told him to quit the house instantly?
Shorne spoke through her husband's mouth, Lady Jocelyn still acquiesced, and Rose, who had pressed Caroline publicly to stay, had to be silent when the latter renewed her faint objections; so Caroline said she would leave on the morrow morning.
To talk as her thoughts came, as well as to wear her hair as it grew, was a special privilege of this young person, on horseback or elsewhere. 'Now, I know what you want to ask me, Aunt Shorne. Isn't it about my Papa? He's not come, and he won't be able to come for a week. Glad to be with Cousin Rosey? I should think I am! She's the nicest girl I ever could suppose.
'Yes, money! he iterated doggedly, and she learnt that he had borrowed a sum of Harrington, and the amount of the sum. It was a disastrous plight, for Mrs. Shorne was penniless. She cited Ferdinand Laxley as a likely lender. 'Oh, I'm deep with him already, said Harry, in apparent dejection.
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