Sir Jonathan always ordered the dinner himself. He thought no woman was
capable of that department of the household economy. Laura put on her
hat--beautiful with a whole king-fisher--and they went out into the
grounds to the stable--trim as her drawing-room--where her favorite
horse ate apples out of her pocket; from the stable to the hothouses
and kitchen-garden; then out at a back door into the lane--shadowy with
trees--in which other colors than green were now very near carrying
the vote of the leaves. Sweet scents of decay filled the air, waved
about, swelling and sinking, on the flow of a west wind, gentle and
soft, as if it had been fanned from the wings of spring when nearest
to summer. Great white clouds in a brilliant sky tempered the heat of
the sun. What with the pure air, the fine light, and the handsome girl
by his side, Thomas was in a gayer mood than had been his for many a
long day. Miss Hubbard talked plenteously--about balls and theatres and
Mansion House dinners, about Rotten Row, and St. James's; and although
of all these Thomas knew very little, yet being quick and sympathetic,
he was able to satisfy the lady sufficiently to keep her going. He was
fortunate enough, besides, to say one or two clever things with which
she was pleased, and to make an excellent point once in a criticism
upon a girl they both knew, which, slighting her, conveyed, by no
very occult implication, a compliment to Miss Hubbard. By the time
they had reached this stage of acquaintanceship, they had left stout
Sir Jonathan and Mr. Worboise far behind; but Miss Hubbard was not in
the least danger of being made uncomfortable by any squeamish notions
of propriety; and, having nothing more amusing to do, and being out
already, she proposed that they should go home by a rather longer road,
which would lead them over a hill whence they would get a good view of
the country.
"Do you like living in the country, Miss Hubbard?"
"Oh! dear no. London for me. I can't tell what made papa come to this
dull place."
"The scenery is very lovely, though."
"People say so. I'm sure I don't know. Scenery wasn't taught where I
went to school."
"Were you taught horses there?" asked Thomas, slyly.
"No. That comes by nature. Do you know I won this bracelet in a
handicap last Derby?" she said, showing a very fine arm as well as
bracelet, though it was only the morning, so-called.
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