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He would ascertain beforehand the nature of the piece to which he invited any lady" this from George Lovegrove tentatively. "Oh! of course I don't say there was anything vulgar. I should not like to commit myself to an opinion. I really have been to the theatre very seldom. Mamma never encouraged our going. And then, of course, old Dr. Colthurst, the rector of St.
Miss Hart, her head on one side, looked playfully at Mr. Lovegrove. "What about a subsequent summons for over-crowding?" he chuckled. The whole breadth of the room, well understood, was between him and the wife's feelings, not to mention the august presence beside her upon the sofa. "No doubt that has to be thought of!" Eliza nodded sagely. "But is she not looking sweeter than ever to-day?
Now, whether because on this youthful Rumbullion's account Billy had suffered the pangs of that most terrible passion, jealousy, or from his natural enjoyment of playing practical jokes destructive of all dignity in his elders, Billy marched into the room, and, having shut the door behind him, paralyzed the crowded parlor by an announcement that Mr. Daniel Lovegrove was wanted.
Usually, left alone in the dining-room, George Lovegrove would have proceeded methodically to do a number of neat little odd jobs, humming softly the while funny, shapeless little tunes to himself in the fulness of his guileless content.
Lovegrove terminated her researches by an interview with the fishmonger, who assured her that "Cedar Lodge always took the best cuts," sternly refused fish or poultry which had suffered cold storage, and paid its housebooks without fail before noon on Thursday. She ascertained, further, from a source socially intermediate between clergyman and tradesman, that Mrs.
Anxious maids and nurses hunted them homewards, not without slight asperity on the one part, on the other occasional squealings and free fights. But upon the babies, engaging even in naughtiness, George Lovegrove had ceased to bestow any attention.
Lovegrove said judicially, "too solitary, and that tells on any one in middle life. I should never forgive myself if we left him to mope. You must just try to coax him over here to stay, Georgie, and I'll nurse him up and humour him, and fortunately Serena's here, you see, for pleasant company." Mrs. Lovegrove looked meaningly at her spouse, while the figure at the window again rustled.
"Well, somebody has to keep their wits about them, with such a love as Peachie to care for. I dressed her myself to-day. 'The pearl-grey gown if you like, I said, 'but not a scrap of black with it. Just a touch of colour at the throat, please. 'No, dear Liz, she said, 'it would call for remark, since I have never done so since I lost Major Porcher. But there, Mr. Lovegrove, I insisted.
In every relation of life and our knowledge of one another dates back to early youth I have found you perfect in loyalty and unselfish kindness." George Lovegrove walked on for a moment in silence. He had to clear his throat once or twice before he could command his voice. "Praise from you is very encouraging," he managed to say at last. "But I am afraid I do not deserve it.
Presently a sound of sobbing broke up the stillness, and turning, Poppy descried good George Lovegrove, sitting in the dusky far corner of the room, his knees wide apart, his shiny forehead showing high above the handkerchief he pressed against his eyes. She backed away from the corpse, as in all reverence from the presence of a personage august and sacred.
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