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Updated: May 26, 2025
On the afternoon of the day after Rainham's return to the dock, Lightmark was caressing his fair moustache upon the doorstep of the Sylvesters' house, No. 137, Park Street, West, a mansion of unpretending size, glorious in its summer coat of white paint, relieved only by the turquoise-blue tiles which surrounded the window-boxes, and the darker blue of the railings and front-door.
"That was worst of all," said Lady Garnett, arching her delicate eyebrows; "it was full of lovers." The solemn butler had placed a pair of obdurate birds before Rainham, which engrossed him; presently he looked up, remarking quietly: "Did you see the Sylvesters?"
Dollond, who never knew what her husband would say next, welcomed the influx of a small throng of visitors with a sigh of relief. The Sylvesters and Philip Rainham, arriving at the same time, found the little studio almost crowded.
You know, the Sylvesters are awfully well connected, and so on, but they haven't got much money. Mrs. Sylvester has a life annuity, and Charles whom I always want to call 'Chawles, because he's so pompous has got his professional income. And Eve has got a little, enough to dress her, I should think.
At first he felt almost inclined to turn tail; though he had long been aware that the Sylvesters were cognisant of his relationship to the somewhat notorious old Colonel, and that they knew him, as everyone did, he had never contemplated the possibility of meeting his uncle there. And when he had shaken hands in a bewildered manner with Mrs.
But now, she would prefer that the Sylvesters would not come till the dresses and the trunks did. All she could find out, from inquiry, on returning, was, "that another lot was expected on Saturday." The next day she suggested: "Suppose we take our dinner with us to the beach, and spend the day."
Sylvester explained, deprecatingly. The Peterkins were silent for a while. The Sylvesters tried not to laugh. "There certainly were some disagreeable old men and women there!" said Elizabeth Eliza, at last. "But we have surely been made very comfortable," Mrs. Peterkin declared. "A very simple mistake," said Mr. Sylvester, continuing his amusement.
She was sure the lady from Philadelphia, under such circumstances, would have written to somebody. But ought she to write to Ann Maria or the Sylvesters? And, if she did write, which had she better write to? She fully determined to write, the first thing in the morning, to both parties. But how should she address her letters?
He was at the Sylvesters', and I danced three times with him." "That was too often." "He talked with father, and father did not oppose my dancing." "Your father thinks of nothing, now, but the Capital question. I dare say, after he had asked Lieutenant Hyde how he felt on that subject he never thought of the young man again. And pray what did Lieutenant Hyde say to you this afternoon?"
Elizabeth Eliza now almost hoped the Sylvesters would not come, for what should she do if the trunks did not come and all her new dresses? On her way over to the beach she had been thinking what she should do with her new foulard and cream-colored surah if the Sylvesters did not come, and if their time was spent in only driving to the beach and back.
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