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It is, I think, more than probable that Mrs Conway Sparkes had been brought in by Lady Monk as the only way of removing the Duchess from her stool. Just within the dancing-room Lady Glencora found her husband, standing in a corner, looking as though he were making calculations. "I'm going away," said he, coming up to her. "I only just came because I said I would. Shall you be late?"
Polly and Gammon exchanged a stare, followed by laughter, which was a little forced on the man's part. "That's Miss Clover," he remarked. "Sounds queer, doesn't it?" "That's her reel name?" cried Polly. "Indeed it is, Miss Sparkes," replied Greenacre. "But let me remind you if it is not impertinent that beauty and grace can very well afford to dispense with titles.
Clover that the painfulness and difficulty of her situation since Lord Polperro's death had impelled him to a strange, but harmless and justifiable, expedient for putting her affairs in order. He made known the nature of the artifice, which, "for several reasons," he had tried in the first instance upon Polly Sparkes, with complete success. If Mrs.
But that for my poor timid inactive girls, the support and animating presence of a few chosen friends just give them that degree of life and spirit which serves to warm their hearts, and keep their minds in motion." Miss Sparkes came to spend the next day according to her appointment. Mr. Flam, who called accidentally, staid to dinner. Mr. and Mrs. Carlton had been previously invited.
At a corner someone going in the opposite direction caught sight of her and stopped. Polly was so preoccupied that she would not have noticed the figure had it merely passed; by stopping it drew her attention, and she beheld Christopher Parish. "Why, Miss Sparkes!" He held out his hand, but to no purpose. Polly had her eyes fixed upon him, and they flashed with hostility.
The hostess, meanwhile, kept glancing at them with a smile of benevolence. At the tea table Mr. Nelson gratified Mr. Sparkes by an allusion to almost the only topic apart from Chaffey's which could draw that grave man into continuous speech. Mr.
Think Polly, five hundred and fifty pounds! Hyjene!" She met his eye; she nodded. "You will?" "Don't mind if I do." "Hooray! Hyjene forever! Hooray-ay-ay!" Two or three days after this Gammon heard unexpectedly from Mrs. Clover, who enclosed for his perusal a letter she had just received from Polly Sparkes. What, she asked, could be the meaning of Polly's reference to her deceased uncle?
I think, Gammon, you and I know a case in point." Polly tossed her head and shuffled her feet, well pleased with the men's laughter. "And if it comes to that," Greenacre pursued, "I don't mind saying, Gammon, that I suspect you to be a confoundedly lucky and enviable dog. May I congratulate him, Miss Sparkes?" "Oh, you can if you like, Mr. I forget your name." "I do so then, Gammon.
You see there can't be two Chancellors of the Exchequer at the same time. Mrs Sparkes, what ought a young man like me to set about doing?" "Go into Parliament, I should say," said Mrs Sparkes. "Ah, yes; exactly. He had some notion of that kind, too, but he didn't name any particular place. I think I'll try the City of London.
There was a bar for the supply of alcoholic drinks the traditional porter had always been fetched from a neighbouring house and frivolities such as tea and coffee were in constant demand. This change told grievously upon Mr. Sparkes.
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