A Charming Fellow, Volume IITrollope, Frances Eleanor
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A Charming Fellow, Volume II
Trollope, Frances Eleanor
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In a word, Mrs. Errington had taken advantage of old Max's somewhat rash
offer, and had carried away with her such articles of furniture out of
her old quarters as she fancied might be useful.
Mrs. Errington took some credit to herself for her magnanimity in so
doing. "I could not refuse the poor man," she said to Mrs. Thimbleby. "I
have lived many years in his house, and although he was led away by
mistaken ambition to want his drawing-room for his own use, and
certainly did cause me great inconvenience at a moment when I was up to
my eyes in important business, yet I could not refuse to accept his
little peace-offering. A lady does not quarrel with that sort of person,
you know. And, poor old man, I believe he was dreadfully cut up at my
going away when it came to the point, and would have given anything to
keep me. But I said, 'No, Mr. Maxfield, that is impossible. I have made
other arrangements; and, in short, I cannot be troubled any more about
this matter. But to show that I bear no malice, and that I shall not
withdraw my countenance from your daughter, I am willing to accept the
trifles you press upon me.' He was a good deal touched by my taking the
things; poor, foolish, misguided old man!"
"Well, it was real Christian of you, ma'am," said simple Mrs. Thimbleby.
The day of the party at Dr. Bodkin's arrived; and there was as intense
an excitement connected with its advent as if it were to bring a county
ball, or even a royal drawing-room. Whether a satin train, lappets and
feathers, be intrinsically more important and worthy objects of anxiety
than a white muslin frock and artificial roses, I do not presume to
decide. Only I can unhesitatingly assert that the Misses Rose and Violet
McDougall could not have given their female attendant more trouble about
the preparation and putting on of the latter adornments--which formed
their simple and elegant attire on this occasion--if they had been
duchesses, and their gowns cloth of gold.
Miss Chubb, too, contemplated her new dress of a light blue colour, laid
out upon her bed, with great interest and satisfaction. And when her
toilet for the evening was completed, she had more little gummed rings
of hair on her cheeks and forehead than had ever before been beheld
there at one time.
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