Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's TroublesPaull, H. B., Mrs.
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Englefield Grange; or, Mary Armstrong's Troubles
Paull, H. B., Mrs.
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"I beg your pardon, uncle, I did not hear your approach. Good morning,
Captain Fraser," she continued, turning to the visitor with a laugh, and
holding out her hand. "I am not in general so easily alarmed; did you
and uncle enter purposely on tiptoe?"
The young officer cast upon the speaker a look of unmistakable
admiration, which deepened the flush on her cheek, but he did not
possess the tact with which to relieve the young lady and place her at
her ease with a retort as playful as her own.
Colonel Herbert was, however, more ready.
"Well, upon my word, Mary, you must have a very vivid imagination to
picture to yourself a stout old fellow like me tripping along the carpet
on tiptoe;" and her uncle's merry laugh restored Mary's self-possession
at once. "But now," he continued, "let me tell you the object which
brought us here. Would you like to join us in a canter this morning in
the Row? Captain Fraser and I have just been inspecting Daisy, she has
quite recovered from the effects of her journey by train, and I have
desired the groom to bring her round in half an hour; can you be ready?"
"Oh yes, uncle, thank you, I shall be delighted, if aunt Helen
approves."
"Aunt Helen is here to speak for herself;" and Mrs Herbert entered the
room as she thus announced her presence.
"Of course I approve; go, darling, and dress quickly; an hour's ride
will do you good after such a long practice."
"Mary was not practising when we entered the room," said her uncle, "but
lost in contemplation of our London landscape--quite a compliment to
Hyde Park I consider it."
"I am afraid I was making comparisons in my mind not very complimentary
to the Park, uncle, but I shall enjoy my ride nevertheless." And the
young girl ran gaily out of the room without waiting for a reply.
During the time the gentlemen had been in the room Captain Fraser had
not spoken; indeed, in reply to Mary he had only bowed a silent good
morning. Now, however, he entered into conversation with Mrs. Herbert,
showing that he could make himself in a certain sense agreeable as a
companion.
Mary had met him twice already during the few days she had been in Park
Lane, but while the memory of a gentleman who could fascinate her with
his conversation on intellectual and poetical subjects was still fresh,
the style in which Captain Fraser made himself agreeable was not likely
to attract Mary Armstrong.
"I'm afraid--aw--we alarmed--aw--Miss Armstrong this morning," said the
young man, pulling violently at his whiskers as he spoke.
"My niece is not easily frightened, Captain Fraser."
"No--aw--not exactly frightened, but startled I mean--aw--just for a
minute, and she turned it off--aw--and laughed as she spoke in such a
captivating manner that--aw--there was nothing left for a fellah to
say."
"But you should say something, and not allow young ladies to have it all
their own way, Captain Fraser."
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