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Updated: August 13, 2024
Yesterday afternoon, after I wrote to you, we went to see Rose's artistic friends the Piersons with whom she was staying last summer, and to-day we have even called on Lady Charlotte Wynnstay. 'As to Mrs. Pierson, I never saw such an odd bundle of ribbons and rags and queer embroideries as she looked when we called. However, Rose says that, for "an æsthete" she despises them now herself Mrs.
Wynnstay was enjoying a cigar in peace in the smoking-room, while his wife and nephew were awaiting the arrival of the evening's guests upstairs. Lady Charlotte's mind had been evidently much perturbed by the conversation with her nephew of which we are merely describing the latter half.
As to the falcon, in the confusion occasioned by the fair Julia's disaster, the bird was totally forgotten. I make no doubt she has made the best of her way back to the hospitable Hall of Sir Watkyn Williams Wynne; and may very possibly, at this present writing, be pluming her wings among the breezy bowers of Wynnstay. O 't is a fearful thing to be no more. Or if to be, to wander after death!
All the same, however, she added, regaining her usual rôle of magisterial common-sense, 'a woman, in my opinion ought to go with her husband in religious matters. 'Provided, of course, she sets him at nought in all others, put in Mr. Wynnstay, rising and daintily depositing the cat. 'Many men, however, my dear, might be willing to compromise it differently.
I am delighted to see you. May I introduce my sister? Agnes, will you find Lady Charlotte Wynnstay a chair by mamma? 'Oh, you wish, I see, to dispose of me at once, said the other imperturbably. 'What is happening? Is it music? 'Aunt Charlotte, that is most disingenuous on your part. I gave you ample warning. Rose turned a smiling face towards the speaker. It was Mr.
Meyrick, who though glad to talk, was also quite content, apparently, to judge from the radiant placidity of his look, to examine his wine, study his menu, and enjoy his entrées in silence, undisturbed by the uncertain pleasures of conversation. Robert, meanwhile, during the first few minutes, in which Mr. Wynnstay had been engaged in some family talk with Mrs.
The subject is too big. Only He hesitated. Mr. Wynnstay was studying him with somewhat insolent coolness; Lady Charlotte's eyeglass never wavered from his face, and he felt through every fibre the tender timid admonitions of his wife's eyes. 'However, he went on after an instant, 'I imagine that we should find it difficult anyhow to discover common ground. I regard your Archbishop's maxim, Mr.
With you all the cynics of History; with us all the "scorners of the ground" from the world's beginning until now! The Squire made a quick, impatient movement. Mr. Wynnstay looked significantly at his wife, who dropped her eyeglass with a little irrepressible smile. As for Robert, leaning forward with hastened breath, it seemed to him that his eyes and the Squire's crossed like swords.
Wynnstay was still safely engaged with Mrs. Darcy, and there was a buzz of talk largely sustained by Lady Charlotte. 'No, Langham admitted; 'the manners I thought were not quite equal to the house. 'What possible reason could he have for treating Robert with those airs? said Rose indignantly, ready enough in girl fashion to defend her belongings against the outer world.
Rose drew back a moment astounded, one hand on the piano, her dress sweeping round her. An awkward silence fell on the chattering circle of musicians. 'Good heavens! said Langham to himself, 'Lady Charlotte Wynnstay! How do you do, Miss Leyburn? said one of the most piercing of voices. 'Are you surprised to see me? You didn't ask me perhaps you don't want me.
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