Courtship -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"Know him? yes, pretty much in the same way you know Jim Bloxam. By
the way, do you call him 'Jim'?" (The two girls nodded assent.) "Ah,
I like to ask about these things: proprieties differ in different
counties; it strikes me Fernshire is of the rigidly decorous order."
"Well," laughed Miss Chipchase, "it is past twelve; and if Todborough
Rectory is to keep its character, we must be off to bed and listen no
more to your Suffolk gabbling. It's well mamma is laid up with a cold,
or we should have been broomed off long ago."
"Very well, Laura; in revenge for that last aspersion I will tell you
nothing whatever more about Lionel Beauchamp. Only promise me one
thing: don't let out that he and I have known each other from
childhood, please don't. I do so want to see Lady Mary's face when she
hears me call him Lionel. I suspect she is inclined to think me a very
fast young woman. She shall!" and with this ominous menace Miss Sylla
danced upstairs to bed. Lady Mary, when she found that she must yield
in the matter of the ball, was far too clever a diplomatist not to give
a most gracious assent. She laughed, and vowed that she really thought
a set of Londoners like they all were would have looked forward to
quiet during the Easter holidays; but as they preferred racket, well,
racket be it to their hearts' content. Her duty towards her guests as
hostess was simply to promote the happiness of the greater number.
They would all go to Commonstone, and it only remained now to settle
the matter of transport. The break would hold eight comfortably. If
Mr. and Mrs. Evesham with their daughters, Mr. and Mrs. Sartoris, Mr.
Cottrell, and the Squire would go in that, then she, Blanche, and
either Captain Braybrooke or Mr. Beauchamp could go in the carriage,
and Jim could drive one gentleman over in the dog-cart.
Jim Bloxam knew that he had carried his point sorely against his
mother's inclination; but he had got his cue now, and resolved to
second all her arrangements loyally.
"All right, mother," he said, "that will do very well, you take
Beauchamp in the carriage, and Braybrooke can come in the cart with me."
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