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"Mr Stoutley," he added, turning to Lewis, "by what mischance you came here I know not but I trust that you were not were not present. I mean do you know the cause of my conduct this " He stopped abruptly.
In order, therefore, to the establishment of peace, Mrs Stoutley agreed to live one-half of the year with Lewis, and the other half with Lawrence Lewis to have the larger half as a matter of course; but she retained her cottage in Notting Hill and her maid Netta White, with the right to retire at any moment, when the exigencies of the gold-fields or the moraines demanded special attention; or when the excess of juvenile life in the mansions before mentioned became too much for her.
I know all about that, sir." "Indeed?" said Lawrence. "Yes, I dined the other day with Mrs Stoutley; she asked me also to be of the party, and I'm going." Lawrence again exclaimed, "Indeed!" with increasing surprise, and added, "Well, now, that is a strange coincidence." "Well, d'ee know," said the Captain, in an argumentative tone, "it don't seem to me much of a coincidence.
Mrs Stoutley, reposing at full length on a sofa in the salon one evening, observed to the Count Horetzki that she really could not understand it at all; that it seemed to her a tempting of Providence to risk one's life for nothing, and that upon the whole she thought these excursions on glaciers were very useless and foolish.
Altogether, his tout-ensemble was what the Captain styled "more ship-shape." We have said that Mrs Stoutley and her family had made a descent in life. As poor Lewis remarked, with a sad smile, they had quitted the gay and glittering heights, and gone, like a magnificent avalanche, down into the moraine.
"You've done nothing, my dear Captain," said Mrs Stoutley, endeavouring to check her tears. "There, I'm very foolish, but I can't help it. Indeed I can't." In proof of the truth of this assertion she broke down again, and the Captain, moving uneasily on his chair, ground the bonnet almost to powder it was a straw one.
"The love of gaming, as of drink, is a disease; and a disease may be cured has been cured, even when desperate." The Count shook his head. "You speak in ignorance, Mr Stoutley. You know nothing of the struggles I have made. It is impossible." "With God all things are possible," replied Lewis, quoting, almost to his own surprise, a text of Scripture.
"Well, really, I cannot exactly remember," returned Mrs Stoutley, with a slight smile, "the kind of messages that amiable people might be expected to leave in the circumstances, you know regret that they should have to leave us in such a sad condition, and sincere hope that you might soon recover, etcetera.
"Is it possible," said Emma, as she gazed at the rugged and riven mass of solid ice before her, "that a glacier really flows?" "So learned men tell us, and so we must believe," said Mrs Stoutley. "Flows, ma'am?" exclaimed Susan, in surprise. "Yes, so it is said," replied Mrs Stoutley, with a smile. "But we can see, ma'am, by lookin' at it, that it don't flow; can't we, ma'am?" said Susan.
"Young and active ladies can," said the Professor, with his blandest possible smile, as he bowed to Emma. "Then, we'll all go together," cried Lewis, with energy. "Not all," said Mrs Stoutley, with a sigh, "I am neither young nor active." "Nonsense, mother, you're quite young yet, you know, and as active as a kitten when you've a mind to be.
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