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On the road her conversation with Oxmoor took a turn suggestive of this interview. I forget which began it; but they differed a little in opinion, Uxmoor admiring Miss Gale's zeal and activity, and Zoe fearing that she would prove a rash reformer, perhaps a reckless innovator. "And really," said she, "why disturb things? for, go where I will, I see no such Paradise as these two villages."
You are in for a bad dinner, that is all." "To tell the truth," said Lord Uxmoor, "I don't care for music." "Then you deserve a statue for not pretending to love it.
It is to you we owe this pretty warbler. Have you any favorite song, Public? Say the word, and he shall sing it you." Severne turned rather red at that, and was about to rise slowly, when Uxmoor, who was instinctively a gentleman, though not a courtier, said, "I don't presume to choose Mr.
But she was so surrounded with loving-kindness that her shame diminished, her pride rose, and at last her agony was blunted, and only a pensive languor remained to show that she had been crushed, and could not be again the bright, proud, high-spirited beauty of Barfordshire. For many months she never mentioned either Edward Severne, Ina Klosking, or Lord Uxmoor.
After about a mile of this, still mounting, but gradually, they emerged upon a spacious table-land a long, broad, open, grass plateau, studded with cottages. In this lake of grass Uxmoor drew up at a word from Zoe, to show Miss Gale the scene. The cottages were white as snow, and thatched as at Islip; but instead of vegetable-gardens they all had orchards.
Her perfect courtesy, her mild but deep dislike of all feminine back-biting, her dead silence about the absent, except when she can speak kindly these rare traits have forced, by degrees, the esteem and confidence of her own sex. As for the men, they accepted her at once with enthusiasm. She and Lady Uxmoor are the acknowledged belles of the county. Lady Uxmoor's face is the most admired; but Mrs.
Uxmoor positively radiated as this programme was unfolded to him. Vizard observed that, and chuckled inwardly. He then handed him the forged acceptances. Lord Uxmoor begged him to write down the facts on paper, and also his application for the warrant. He did so. Lord Uxmoor locked the paper up, and the friends parted.
The ladies instantly wore that bland look of inert but rocky resistance I have already noted as a characteristic of "our girls." Vizard saw, and said, "Try and persuade them, Uxmoor." "I can only offer Miss Vizard my escort," said Lord Uxmoor. "And I offer both ladies mine," said Ned Severne, rather loud and with a little sneer, to mark his superior breeding.
Severne begged to be excused. He hurried off, and Lord Uxmoor felt a certain relief. The Master of Arts asked himself what he could do to propitiate the female M. D. He went to the gardener and got him to cut a huge bouquet, choice and fragrant, and he carried it all the way to Hillstoke. Miss Gale was at home.
The little party had hardly settled at the table when they were joined by Vizard and Uxmoor: both gentlemen welcomed Miss Gale more heartily than the ladies had done, and before luncheon ended Vizard asked her if her report was ready. She said it was. "Have you got it with you?" "Yes." "Then please hand it to me." "Oh! it is in my head. I don't write much down; that weakens the memory.
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