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"You may know me," said he, bowing and passing on contentedly. He stopped. "But I am not ambitious." "Perhaps you are too proud for ambition, Sir Willoughby." "You hit me to the life!" He passed on regretfully. Clara Middleton did not study and know him like Laetitia Dale. Laetitia was left to think it pleased him to play at cat and mouse.
"Oh! do let us proceed upon system. If not we shall presently be rageing; we shall be dangerous. The Middletons are here, and Dr. Middleton himself communicates to Mr. Dale that Laetitia Dale has refused the hand of Sir Willoughby, who is ostensibly engaged to his own daughter! And pray, Mr. Dale, how did Dr. Middleton speak of it?
Sir Willoughby was fortified by her sorrowful gaze as he and Clara passed out together to the laboratory arm in arm. Laetitia had to tell Vernon of the uselessness of his beating the house and grounds for Crossjay. Dr. Middleton held him fast in discussion upon an overnight's classical wrangle with Professor Crooklyn, which was to be renewed that day.
The exceedingly lively conversation at his table was lauded by Lady Culmer. "Though," said she, "what it all meant, and what was the drift of it, I couldn't tell to save my life. Is it every day the same with you here?" "Very much." "How you must enjoy a spell of dulness!" "If you said simplicity and not talking for effect! I generally cast anchor by Laetitia Dale." "Ah!" Lady Busshe coughed.
To inspire the title of Mountain Echo in any mind, a young lady must be singularly spiritualized. Her father doated on her, Vernon said. Who would not? It seemed an additional cruelty that the grace of a poetical attractiveness should be round her, for this was robbing Laetitia of some of her own little fortune, mystical though that might be.
"The laugh told me that," said Colonel De Craye. Laetitia and Vernon paced up and down the lawn. Colonel De Craye was talking with English sedateness to the ladies Eleanor and Isabel. Clara and young Crossjay strayed. "If I might advise, I would say, do not leave the Hall immediately, not yet," Laetitia said to Vernon. "You know, then?"
At least I have you for my tenant, and wherever I am, I see your light at the end of my park." "Neither my father nor I would willingly quit Ivy Cottage," said Laetitia. "So far, then," he murmured. "You will give me a long notice, and it must be with my consent if you think of quitting?" "I could almost engage to do that," she said. "You love the place?"
"She was more reserved with me." "Oh! Miss Dale, I would not be reserved with you." The thrill of the voice caused Laetitia to steal a look. Clara's eyes were bright, and she had the readiness to run to volubility of the fever-stricken; otherwise she did not betray excitement. "You will never allow any of these noble trees to be felled, Miss Middleton?"
He bent over to her with the perusing earnestness of a gentleman about to trifle. "You cannot intend that frown?" "Did I frown?" "You do." "Now?" "Fiercely." "Oh!" "Will you smile to reassure me?" "Willingly, as well as I can." A gloom overcame him. With no woman on earth did he shine so as to recall to himself seigneur and dame of the old French Court as he did with Laetitia Dale.
At any instant he could, if he pleased, fly to her and command her enthusiasm. He had, in fact, perhaps by sympathetic action, succeeded in striking the same springs of pathos in her which animated his lively endeavour to produce it in himself. He kissed her hand; then released it, quitting his chair to bend above her soothingly. "Do not weep, Laetitia, you see that I do not; I can smile.
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