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Updated: June 15, 2025
She'll be far happier at Thormanby's than she ever could have been with you. His girls are thoroughly well brought up." "She was very fond of Lalage," said the Canon. "Still, they didn't suit each other. Miss Battersby will get over any feeling of regret she may have at first. She'll be far more at home with quiet, well-tamed girls like Thormanby's." The Canon was not listening to me.
If our friendship had been more formal or had begun more formally, I should, at first at all events, have called her "Miss" something instead of simply "Hilda." Then I should not be in my present awkward position. I am also doubtful about Thormanby's reception of the book.
You'll put her in her place pretty quick." Thormanby's tone was distinctly less confident when he next spoke. "Do you happen to know," he asked, "what she means to do?" "No, I don't." "Could you possibly find out? She might tell you if you asked her." "I don't intend to ask her. I have washed my hands of the whole affair." My mother came into the conversation at this point.
I knew, of course, that I should have to give in to a certain extent in the end; but I was not prepared to fall in with Thormanby's absurd suggestion. "Very well," I said, "I shall write a book. I shall write my reminiscences." "Reminiscences," said Lalage, "are rather rot as a rule." "The bent of my genius," I said, "is entirely reminiscent."
The architect, after talking a good deal about proportions in a way which Sir Francis did not understand, accepted the commission and erected Rosnacree House. The two additional cubic feet made all the difference. Lord Thormanby's fortune survived the building operations. Lord Francis Lentaigne's estate was crippled.
I said this in the hope of mitigating Thormanby's wrath by turning his thoughts into another channel. I failed. He merely growled again.
Lord Thormanby employed an Italian architect to build him a house. Sir Francis sought out the same architect and gave him orders to build another house, identical with Lord Thormanby's in design, but having each room two feet longer, two feet higher and two feet broader than the corresponding room at Thormanby Park.
Some came direct to my mother. I used to see them piled up behind the letters on the breakfast table. Others came to Miss Battersby, who brought them over in the Thormanby's pony trap. Still more were addressed to Lalage at the rectory. I used to send for these in the morning and it was while she waited for them that Laiage gave the paperers and painters her opinion of their incompetence.
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