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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Now, ma'am, I've three questions to ask: in the first place, as it's not possible now to do a good turn to old Mr Lawrence, I must do it to his son. Can you tell me where he lives?" Mrs Roby told him that it was in a street not far from where they sat, in a rather poor lodging. "Secondly, ma'am, can you tell me where Willum's sister-in-law lives, Mrs Stout, alias Stoutley?"
Such pleasures were enjoyed one morning by Emma Gray and Nita Horetzki and Lewis Stoutley, when, at an early hour, they issued from their hotel, and walked away briskly up the Vale of Chamouni. "I say, Emma, isn't it a charming, delicious, and outrageously delightful day!" exclaimed Lewis.
The Professor smiled blandly, and began in jest; but his enthusiastic spirit and love of abstract truth soon made him argue in earnest. "Oh, that's all very well," said Mrs Stoutley, interrupting him, "but what possible use can there be in knowing the rate of speed at which a glacier flows? What does it matter whether it flows six, or sixty, or six hundred feet in a day?"
Let's be thankful for them. It does us good to think of them! From what we have said, the reader will not be surprised to hear that, after the first words of morning salutation, Lewis Stoutley walked smartly along the high road leading up the valley of Chamouni in perfect silence, with Antoine trudging like a mute by his side. Lewis was too busy with his thoughts to speak at first.
"My dear madam, it is most plain, but I fear my want of good English does render me not quite intelligible." "Your English is excellent," replied Mrs Stoutley, with a smile, "but I fear that my brain is not a sufficiently clear one on such matters, for I confess that I cannot understand it. Can you, Captain Wopper?"
Its pure summit was first seen from Geneva; its shadow is now beginning to steal over us. We are on the road to Chamouni, not yet over the frontier, in a carriage and four. Mrs Stoutley, being a lady of unbounded wealth, always travels post in a carriage and four when she can manage to do so, having an unconquerable antipathy to railroads and steamers.
"What is this?" said Mrs Stoutley, holding the paper gingerly with the tips of her fingers, "Wip Wap Wopper! What is Wopper? Is the person a man or a woman?" The footman, who, although well-bred, found it difficult to restrain a smile, intimated that the person was a man, and added, that he said he had come from California, and wanted to see Mrs Stoutley very particularly.
"Isn't it provoking?" murmured Mrs Stoutley drawing her shawl closer. "Very," replied Emma. "Disgusting!" exclaimed Lewis, who rode at the side of the carriage next his cousin. "It might be worse," said Lawrence, with a grim smile. "Impossible," retorted Lewis. "Come, Captain, have you no remark to make by way of inspiring a little hope?" asked Mrs Stoutley.
"Mrs Stoutley, I believe," he said, advancing, "and Miss Emma Gray, I suppose," he added, turning with a beaming glance towards the young lady. Mrs Stoutley admitted that he was right, and expressed some surprise that he, a perfect stranger, should be so well acquainted with their names.
Now, Miss Gray's look of surprise induces us to state in passing that this young lady niece, also poor relation and companion, to Mrs Stoutley possessed three distinct aspects. When grave, she was plain, not ugly, observe; a girl of nineteen, with a clear healthy complexion and nut-brown hair, cannot in any circumstances be ugly; no, she was merely plain when grave.
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