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Grancey Lespel was the survivor of them, and well could he remember the happier day of his grandfather, his father, and his own hot youth.
He quotes it as yours, half acquiescingly, and ruefully. 'For visitors, we have had Captain Baskelett for two minutes, and Lord Palmet, who stayed longer, and seems to intend to come daily. He attempts French with Madame de R., and amuses her a little: a silver foot and a ball of worsted. Mr. and Mrs. Grancey Lespel have called, and Lord and Lady Croyston. Colonel Halkett, Miss Halkett, and Mr.
'Who has been putting that nonsense into your head? Mr. Lespel retorted. 'Go shooting, go shooting! Shots were heard in the woods. Palmet pricked up his ears; but he was taken out riding to act cavalier to Mrs. Devereux and Miss Halkett. Cecilia corrected his enthusiasm with the situation. 'No flatteries to-day. There are hours when women feel their insignificance and helplessness.
Culbrett asked him; and several gentlemen fell upon him for an account of the day. Palmet grimaced over a mouthful of his pie. 'Bad! quoth Mr. Lespel; 'I knew it. I know Bevisham. The only chance there is for five thousand pounds in a sack with a hole in it. 'Bad for Beauchamp? Dear me, no'; Palmet corrected the error. 'He is carrying all before him.
I've had him pointed out to me in Bevisham, and I never can light on him at his brewery. No excuse for detaining the impetuous candidate struck Cecilia. She betook herself to Mrs. Lespel, to give and receive counsel in the emergency, while Beauchamp struck across the lawn to Mr. Dollikins, who had the squire of Itchincope on the other side of him.
I never saw anything like it. 'That repartee wouldn't have done with a Dutchman or a Torbay trawler, said Stukely Culbrett. 'But let us hear more. 'Is it fair? Miss Halkett murmured anxiously to Mrs. Lespel, who returned a flitting shrug. 'Charming women follow Beauchamp, you know, Palmet proceeded, as he conceived, to confirm and heighten the tale of success.
Luckily some witling said, 'Fours-in-hand! and so dryly that it passed for humour, and gave Mrs. Lespel time to interpose. 'You are not to know till to-morrow, Ernest. Palmet had traced the authorship of the sally to Mr. Algy Borolick, and crowned him with praise for it. He asked, 'Why not know till to-morrow? A word in a murmur from Mr.
The man's name might be Dollikins and not Tomlinson, and if so, it was Dollikins who would not see Beauchamp. To preserve his political importance, Palmet said, 'Dollikins! to be sure, that was the man. 'Treats him as he does you, Mr. Lespel turned to Ferbrass. 'I've sent to Dollikins to come to me this morning, if he's not driving into the town. I'll have him before Beauchamp sees him.
Wardour-Devereux. Itchincope was famous for its hospitality. Yet Beauchamp, when in the presence of his hostess, could see that he was both unexpected and unwelcome. Mrs. Lespel was unable to conceal it; she looked meaningly at Cecilia, talked of the house being very full, and her husband engaged till late in the afternoon. And Captain Baskelett had arrived on a sudden, she said.
Friends of Cecil Baskelett predominated, and the absence of so sprightly a fellow was regretted seriously; but he was shooting with his uncle at Holdesbury, and they did not expect him before Thursday. On Wednesday morning Lord Palmet presented himself at a remarkably well- attended breakfast-table at Itchincope. He passed from Mrs. Lespel to Mrs.
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