Thomas was seated in the drawing-room, which looked cold and rather
cheerless; for no company was expected, and I presume Miss Hubbard did
not care for color, save as reflected from her guests, seeing she had
all her furniture in pinafores. How little some rich people know how to
inherit the earth! The good things of it they only uncover when they
can _make_, not _receive_, a show.
My dear reader--No, I will not take a liberty to which I have no right;
for perhaps were he to see me he would not like me, and possibly were
I to meet him I should not like him: I will rather say _My Reader_,
without the impertinence or the pledge of an adjective--have a little
patience while I paint Miss Hubbard just with the feather-end of my
pen. I shall not be long about it.
Thomas sat in the drawing-room, I say, feeling vacant, for he was only
waiting, not expecting, when the door opened, and in came a fashionable
girl--rather tall, handsome, bright-eyed, well-dressed, and yet--What
was it that Thomas did not like about her? Was it that she was dressed
in the extreme of the fashion? I will not go on to say what the fashion
was, for before I had finished writing it, it would have ceased to be
the fashion; and I will not paint my picture _knowingly_ with colors
that must fade the moment they are laid on. To be sure she had ridden
the fashion till it was only fit for the knacker's yard; but she soon
made him forget that, for she was clever, pleasant, fast--which means
affectedly unrefined, only her affectation did no violence to fact--and
altogether amusing. I believe what Thomas did not like about her at
first was just all wherein she differed from Lucy. Yet he could not
help being taken with her; and when his father and Sir Jonathan came
into the room, the two were talking like a sewing-machine.
"Laura, my dear," said the knight, "I have prevailed on Mr. Worboise to
spend the day with us. You have no engagement, I believe?"
"Fortunately, I have not, papa."
"Well, I'll just give orders about dinner, and then I'll take our
friends about the place. I want to show them my new stable. You had
better come with us."
[Illustration: "SHE WAS CLEVER, PLEASANT, FAST--"]
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