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Mr. Wilfrud, I'll take the girls, and entitle myself to you." Arabella was the first victim. Her remonstrance was inarticulate. Cornelia's "Madam!" was smothered. Adela behaved better, being more consciously under Wilfrid's eye; she prepared her pocket-handkerchief, received the salute, and deliberately effaced it. "There!" said Mrs. Chump; "duty to begin with. And now for you, Mr. Wilfrud."
I seem to like her next best to the Queen already. "I have another plan." Ye'd better keep to the old; but it's two paths, I suppose, to one point. "Another plan. Come to me at the Dolphin, where I am alone." Oh, Lord! 'Alone, with a line under it, Mr. Wilfrud! But there the arr'stocracy needn't matter a bit." "It's a very singular proceeding not the less," said Wilfrid.
She wailed and wept so that the ladies exchanged compassionate looks, and Arabella rose to press her hand and diminish her distress. Wilfrid saw that his work would be undone in a moment, and waved her to her seat. The action was perceived by Mrs. Chump. "Oh, Mr. Wilfrud! my dear! and a soldier! and you that was my favourut!
Chump wantonly sought to prevent him. Each was burdened with serious matter; but they might have struck hands here, had not this petty accidental opposition interposed. "Makes me feel confident..." Wilfrid resumed. "And Pole's promos, Mr. Wilfrud; ye're forgettin' that." "Confident, ma'am." "He was the first to be soft." "I say, ma'am, for his sake " "An' it's for his sake.
And signs ut all, 'Your faithful Charlotte. Mr. Wilfrud, I'd give five pounds for this letter if I didn't know ye wouldn't part with it under fifty. And 'deed I am a simmerin' pot; for she'll be a relation, my dear! Go to 'r. I'll have your bed ready for ye here at the end of an hour; and to-morrrow perhaps, if Lady Charlotte can spare me, I'll condescend to see Ad'la."
She was on the point of kissing him, but he fenced with the open letter; and learning that she might read it, she gave a cry of joy. "Dear W.!" she begins; and it's twice dear from a lady of title. She's just a multiplication-table for annything she says and touches. "Dear W.!" and the shorter time a single you the better. I'll have my joke, Mr. Wilfrud. "Dear W.!" Bless her heart now!
"The lady you have called down is here," said Arabella's cold glance, in answer to his. They sat with folded hands while Wilfrid turned to Mrs. Chump, who advanced, a shock of blue satin to the eye, crying, on a jump: "Is ut Mr. Wilfrud?" "It's I, ma'am." Wilfrid bowed, and the censorious ladies could not deny that, his style was good, if his object was to be familiar.
If half my 'ffection for Pole wasn't the seein' of you so big and handsome! And all my ideas to get ye marrud, avery one so snug in a corner, with a neat little lawful ring on your fingers! And you that go to keep me a lone woman, frightened of the darrk! I'm an awful coward, that's the truth. And ye know that marr'ge is a holy thing! and it's such a beaut'ful cer'mony! Oh, Mr. Wilfrud!
Chump replied, with something of a curtsey, "I'll thank ye vary much, sir." She added immediately, "Mr. Wilfrud," as if correcting the 'sir, for sounding cold. It was so trustful and simple, that it threw alight on the woman under which they had not yet beheld her.
And weak as he is on 's legs, poor fells; which marr'ge 'll cure, bein' a certain rem'dy." "Mrs. Chump! I beg you to listen." "Mr. Wilfrud! and I can see too, and it's three weeks and ye kissed little Belloni in the passage, outside this vary door, and out in the garden."
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