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Walden is not exactly like other parsons, there is something wonderfully attractive about him " "Something wonderfully conceited and unbearable, you mean!" snapped out Sir Morton "Come, come! we must be off! The horses are at the door, can't keep them standing! Miss Vancourt doesn't want to hear anything about the parson. She'll find him out soon enough for herself.
"Tea is served in the morning-room, Madam," said the butler respectfully, all the time wondering whether this slight, childlike- looking creature was really Miss Vancourt, or some young friend of hers sent as an advance herald of her arrival. "Mrs. Spruce thought you would find it comfortable there." "Mrs. Spruce!" exclaimed the girl, eagerly; "Where is she?"
When Miss Vancourt is here, all you have to do is to go over every item of her property with her, and see that she finds it all right. If anything is missing, it's not your fault." "If anythink's missing," echoed Mrs. Spruce in sepulchral tones, "then the Lord knows what we'll do, for it'll be all over, so far as we're consarned! Beggars in the street'll be kings to us.
She has a fellow-feeling for peacocks; there is a sort of affinity between herself and them! Pack up every feather you can find, Spruce! The box must go to-night by parcel's post Address to Mrs. Fred Vancourt, at the Langham Hotel. She's staying there just now. Will you be sure to send them off to-night?"
But suppose just for the sake of argument suppose this 'little girl' as you call her, Maryllia Vancourt, were to die suddenly, would you not, as you express it, 'draw a mourning veil of your own across the face of God'?" Walden started as though suddenly wounded. If Maryllia were to die! He shuddered as the mere thought passed across his brain.
Miss Vancourt herself, meanwhile, stepped into her ancestral halls, and stood for a moment, silent, looking round her with a wistful, almost pathetic earnestness.
Adderley to let us know if there was anything in which we could possibly participate to give pleasure and entertainment to Miss Vancourt," he answered frigidly "He seems to have ingratiated himself with both Miss Vancourt and her young friend Miss Bourne I should have thought he would have been told of their intending departure."
Gently moving through the throng with that consummate grace which was her natural heritage, she consented to be introduced to the 'county' generally, smiling sweetly upon all, and talking so kindly to the Mandeville Poreham girls, that she threw them into fluttering ecstasies of delight, and caused them to declare afterwards to their mother that Miss Vancourt was the sweetest, dearest, darlingest creature they had ever met!
'Pipkin' danced about the room in ecstasy, she was half undressed for the night, and showed a pair of exceedingly thin old legs under an exceedingly short young petticoat. "Maryllia Vancourt and a country parson!" she exclaimed, "The whole thing is TOO delicious! Go to bed, Eva! Get your beauty sleep or you'll have ever so many more wrinkles than you need! Good-night, dearest!
Under their tutelage Miss Vancourt, or 'Maryllia Van, as she appears to be familiarly known and called in society, has attained a rather unenviable notoriety; and when I heard the other day that she had left her aunt's house in a fit of ungovernable temper, and had gone to her own old house to live, I thought at once of you with a pang of pity.
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