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Wonders won't never cease it's true, but I'd as soon a' thought o' my old 'ooman dancin' a 'ornpipe among her cream cheeses as that Passon Walden would a' let Miss Vancourt inside this 'ere gate so easy like, an' he a bacheldor.
"The violets are doing wonderfully well this year, Bainton," he presently said, with his old kind smile, addressing his gardener "I am taking these to Miss Vancourt this afternoon." Bainton lifted his cap respectfully. "God bless her!" he said, "An' you too, Passon!" And John, holding the fragrant bunch of small sweet flowers tenderly in his hand, answered gently "Thank you, my friend!
Won't you have some more tea?" "No, thank you!" and Miss Pippitt rose, "Father, we must be going. You have not yet explained to Miss Vancourt the object of our visit." "True, true!" and Sir Morton got out of his chair with some difficulty "Time flies fast in such fascinating company!" and he smiled beamingly "We came, my dear lady, to ask you to dine with us on Thursday next at Badsworth Hall."
Mandeville Poreham, severely, when she in her turn heard the news "I heard that Miss Vancourt had insisted positively INSISTED on Mr. Walden's visiting her nearly every day, and I trembled for him! MY girls have gone quite crazy about Miss Vancourt ever since they met her at Sir Morton Pippitt's garden-party, but I have NEVER changed my opinion.
"Indeed I have" replied Walden, as he shook hands with Cicely and nodded pleasantly to Julian "I'm afraid, Miss Vancourt, that if you knew how often I have sat alone in this library, turning over the precious volumes, you might be very angry with me!
Josey Letherbarrow was for walkin' up to the Manor an' seein' Miss Vancourt herself, as soon as iver she gets within her own door, but Lord love ye, he'd take 'arf a day to jog up there on such feet as he's got left after long wear and tear, an' there ain't no liftin' 'im into a cart nohow.
The idea that she seemed, even for a second, not quite so much at her ease, restored his own nerve and self-possession, and it was with an almost paternal gentleness that he said. "Do you really consider yourself a nonentity, Miss Vancourt? I am sure the society you have left behind you in London does not think you so." She opened her sea-blue eyes full upon him. "Society? Why do you speak of it?
His blood was warm and tingling with suppressed excitement, he was ready for a fight, and felt disposed to enjoy it. His message to Miss Vancourt had apparently failed, for on the previous evening Bainton had sent round word to say that he had been unable to see the lady before dinner, but that he was going to try again later on.
Lord Charlemont watched her with a sense of admiration for her 'pluck. "By Jove!" he thought "I'd rather have fronted the guns in a pitched battle than have forbidden my own guests to play Bridge on Sunday! Wants nerve, upon my soul it does! and the little woman's got it you bet she has!" Aloud he said "I'm awfully glad to be let off Bridge, Miss Vancourt! A day's respite is a positive boon!"
She ain't called at our house yet." "Which 'ouse might you be a-meanin', Tummas?" queried Farmer Thorpe, with a slow grin "Your own or your measter's?" "When we speaks in the plural we means not one, but two," rejoined Bainton with dignity. "An' when I sez 'our' I means myself an' Passon, which Miss Vancourt ain't as yet left her card on Passon.
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