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'Edith, my dear, said Mrs Skewton, 'positively, I stand a little more in the light, my sweetest Florence, for a moment. Florence blushingly complied. 'You don't remember, dearest Edith, said her mother, 'what you were when you were about the same age as our exceedingly precious Florence, or a few years younger? 'I have long forgotten, mother.
Ladies, he said, it was not for a man who lived in his quiet way to take upon himself to invite but if Mrs Skewton and her daughter, Mrs Dombey, should ever find themselves in that direction, and would do him the honour to look at a little bit of a shrubbery they would find there, and a poor little flower-bed or so, and a humble apology for a pinery, and two or three little attempts of that sort without any pretension, they would distinguish him very much.
'For positively, my dear, said Mrs Skewton, 'I do think that I see a decided resemblance to what you were then, in our extremely fascinating young friend. And it shows, said Mrs Skewton, in a lower voice, which conveyed her opinion that Florence was in a very unfinished state, 'what cultivation will do. 'It does, indeed, was Edith's stern reply.
A stroll among the haunted ruins of Kenilworth, and more rides to more points of view: most of which, Mrs Skewton reminded Mr Dombey, Edith had already sketched, as he had seen in looking over her drawings: brought the day's expedition to a close.
Accordingly, Mr Dombey produced a list of sundry eastern magnates who were to be bidden to this feast on his behalf; to which Mrs Skewton, acting for her dearest child, who was haughtily careless on the subject, subjoined a western list, comprising Cousin Feenix, not yet returned to Baden-Baden, greatly to the detriment of his personal estate; and a variety of moths of various degrees and ages, who had, at various times, fluttered round the light of her fair daughter, or herself, without any lasting injury to their wings.
Mrs Skewton, on one particular day, was in the irresolute, exacting, jealous temper that had developed itself on her recovery from her first attack. After sitting silent in the carriage watching Edith for some time, she took her hand and kissed it passionately.
'I believe Mrs Dombey found it dull too. She mentioned once or twice that she thought it so. 'Why, you naughty girl! cried Mrs Skewton, rallying her dear child, who now entered, 'what dreadfully heretical things have you been saying about Paris?
Carrying out his character, this gentleman was very plainly dressed, in a wisp of cambric for a neckcloth, big shoes, a coat that was too loose for him, and a pair of trousers that were too spare; and mention being made of the Opera by Mrs Skewton, he said he very seldom went there, for he couldn't afford it.
Who, slightly acknowledging the presence of Major Bagstock, and directing a keen glance at her mother, drew back the from a window, and sat down there, looking out. 'My dearest Edith, said Mrs Skewton, 'where on earth have you been? I have wanted you, my love, most sadly. 'You said you were engaged, and I stayed away, she answered, without turning her head.
As a friend of yours, my dear Major, we were naturally disposed to be prepossessed in his favour; and I fancied that I observed an amount of Heart in Mr Dombey, that was excessively refreshing. 'There is devilish little heart in Dombey now, Ma'am, said the Major. 'Wretched man! cried Mrs Skewton, looking at him languidly, 'pray be silent. 'J. B. is dumb, Ma'am, said the Major.
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