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"Oh, I saw her last year several times at the Wattons' and other places," said Betty, composedly. "And so did you too, please, madam. I remember very well one day Mrs. Watton brought her into the Winterbournes' when you and I were there, and she chattered a great deal." "Oh yes! I had forgotten." "Well, my dear, you'll soon have to remember her! so you needn't talk in that lofty tone.

How is George Tressady going to put up with her?" The Wattons themselves had been on friendly terms with Tressady's father for many years. Since Sir William's death and George's absence, however, Mrs. Watton had not troubled herself much about Lady Tressady, in which she believed she was only following suit with the rest of West Mercia.

Every trace of the hauteur with which he had treated the Wattons had disappeared. Letty recovered herself in an instant. The moment he showed softness she became the tyrant. "Don't come! don't touch me!" she said passionately, putting out her hand as he approached her. "If I defended you, it was just for decency's sake. You have disgraced us both. It is perfectly true what Aunt Watton says.

"It's easy to see this man Gregson's a new hand," said Fontenoy, with an accent of annoyance, as they got clear of the village. "I believe the Wattons have only just imported him, otherwise he'd never have avoided Marraby, and come round by Battage." "Battage has some special connection with Burrows, hasn't it? I had forgotten." "Of course.

It seemed to him ridiculous that a man should derive so little entertainment from such a fact. Nevertheless, his dulness remained, and refused to be got rid of. He discussed with himself, of course, for a new set of reasons, the possibility of evading the shooting-parties, and departing. But he was deeply pledged to stay; and he was under considerable obligations to the Wattons.

I am so glad. I suppose I oughtn't to say it, but he is such a clever, such an agreeable, creature. But you know the Wattons, don't you, Lady Maxwell?" Marcella was busying herself with Hallin's tea. "I know Edward Watton," she said, turning her beautiful clear look on Letty. "He is a real friend of mine." "Oh! but Harding is much the cleverer," said Letty.