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Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby were their actual names, and they were happily unconscious of the unfeeling sobriquet bestowed upon them when they were out of hearing. Lady Wicketts had once been a reigning 'beauty, and she lived on the reputation of that glorious past. Miss Fosby aided and abetted her in this harmless self-deception.
Next to Lord Charlemont sat Lady Beaulyon, and next to Lady Beaulyon John Walden was placed with the partner allotted to him, Mrs. Bludlip Courtenay. On Roxmouth's own side there were Lady Wicketts and Sir Morton Pippitt, so it chanced that the table was arranged in a manner that brought certain parties who were by no means likely to agree on any one given point, directly opposite to each other.
Sir Morton snorted contempt; Mr. Longford coughed discreetly. "Miss Vancourt has not yet ripened sufficiently to bear comparison with Lady Wicketts," he said, smoothly "or with Miss Fosby. But I think, Miss Pippitt, there is a great deal in what you say!" Miss Tabitha bowed, and smiled a vinegary smile. "Lady Wicketts has a fine mind very fine! Her husband, Sir Thomas "
To have plotted and contrived a stay at Badsworth Hall with the blusterous Pippitt in order to have the opportunity of crossing Maryllia's path at every turn, and compromising her name with his in her own house and county, and then to find himself 'left, with the civil suggestion that he should 'call and see' the antique Sisters Gemini, Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby, was somewhat too much for his patience.
Tapple, breathing hard and curtseying profoundly to the 'future Dook' declared she ''adn't heard nothink, and ''adn't 'ad no orders. Miss Vancourt's letters and telegrams all went up to the Manor as usual. Whereupon, still guided by the astute Longford, Roxmouth so far obeyed Maryllia's parting suggestion as to go and 'kindly call' upon Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby at the Manor itself.
Lady Wicketts and Miss Fosby are staying on at the Manor for a fortnight or three weeks, as the country air does them so much good. It will be very kind if you and Lord Roxmouth will call and see them as often as you can, they are such dear kind people! and I am sure Miss Tabitha will be glad to have them near her as she already likes them so much.
Lord Roxmouth essayed to be witty and conversational, but received so little encouragement in his sallies from Maryllia, that he had to content himself with Lady Wicketts, whom he found a terrible bore. Sir Morton Pippitt, eating heartily of everything, was gradually becoming purple in the face and somnolent under the influence of wine and food, Mrs.
All this was very sweet and touching on the part of Miss Fosby, so far as Miss Fosby alone was concerned. To her there was but one woman in the world, and that was Lady Wicketts. But the majority of people saw Lady Wicketts in quite another light. They knew she had been, in her time, as unprincipled as beautiful, and that she had 'gone the pace' more openly than most of her class.
Lady Wicketts had been painted by all the famous artists of her era, from the time of her seventeeth birthday to her thirtieth.
"Lady Wicketts is not well," she said, in tenderly lachrymose accents "Dear Lady Wicketts! She is always so good! always thinking of other people and doing such kind things! she fatigues herself, and she is so delicate ah! so very delicate! She is suffering from neuralgia, I am sorry to say!" "Don't mention it," said Roxmouth, hastily "We would not disturb her for the world!
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