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Then she said, faltering 'It is a very interesting portrait, after which brilliant remark she stood looking helplessly towards the open door, which she could not reach without passing the stranger. 'I think I have the pleasure of speaking to Miss Palliser, he said. 'Old Mrs. Rowse told me you were here. I am Brian Wendover.
'Not at my invitation, answered Ida, as calm as marble 'The gentleman came of his own accord. His name is Brian Wendover, and he and I are engaged to be married.
Both girls were excited by memories of the day that was past, and by thoughts of the day that was coming. Ida was brooding a little upon her disappointment in Brian Wendover. He had very pleasant manners, he seemed soft-hearted and sympathetic, he was very good-looking but he was not the Brian of her dreams. That ideal personage had never existed outside her imagination.
Wendover how Sir Vernon had gone out to the stables at twenty minutes past six, with his fishing basket slung over his shoulder, to ask for some artificial flies which Robert had been making for him, and to say that he should not want the pony or Robert all the morning, as he was going out with Mr. Wendover.
This was that very Brian Wendover whom she had thought of in her foolish day-dreams, the first romantic fancy of her girlhood, last year; and now, in the flush and glory of summer, he stood before her, smiling at her with eyes which seemed to invite her friendship. 'I am glad you like my ancestor's portrait, he said.
From the level to which I have now attained the fields were exposed before me like a map, and I could see all that bustle of autumn field-work which had been hid from me yesterday behind the hedgerows, or shown to me only for a moment as I followed the footpath. Wendover lay well down in the midst, with mountains of foliage about it.
'Very few people get drunk, my dear Mrs. Wendover, replied the doctor; 'but, unhappily, though there is very little drunkenness, there is a great deal of what is called "pegging" an intermittent kind of tippling which goes on all day long, beginning very early and ending very late.
"Do let us go around by the boundary," Miss Lutworth said when they got through the Wendover gates. "I long to see even the park of that exquisite old lady; it must look quite different to anybody else's, and I feel I want an adventure!" So they struck in towards the haw-haw the four walking almost abreast.
Wendover, said Elsmere, with a bright, half defiant accent, 'can't make grubbing among the Franks his main business. The Squire said nothing, and smoked on. Robert gathered that his companion thought his chances of doing anything worth mentioning very small. 'Oh no, he said, following out his own, thought with a shake of his curly hair; 'of course I shall never do very much.
He had the day before received John Derringham's letter written from Wendover and which Mrs. Porrit had redirected, containing the news of the intended wedding, and it had angered him greatly. He blazed with indignation! His peerless one to be made to take a mistress's place when any man should be proud to make her his honored wife!
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