Margaret Capel: A Novel, vol. 1 of 3Wallace, Ellen
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Margaret Capel: A Novel, vol. 1 of 3
Wallace, Ellen
English fiction -- 19th century
"Bessy knew a great many people there, Sir; but Mr. Gage said he was
bored. I wished he had not come with us. And Mr. Hubert frightened me,
for he declared he was going to steal a cluster of the flowers for
Harriet and I; and there would have been such a scene!"
"And what did Miss Harriet say to that?" asked Mr. Grey.
"Oh! she laughed, and encouraged him," said Margaret. "But I think it
was only to put me in a fright; and just then, Bessy came up, and asked
if we would go, because Mr. Gage was so tired of it all."
"And did you have any more visitors afterwards?" asked Mr. Grey.
"Yes. Two foreigners, the Marquis de----, (a very long name that I
cannot remember), and his son. They talked Spanish with Harriet, and
French with the others. Mr. Hubert used always to contrive that I should
sit next one of them, that I might be obliged to speak French."
"Hubert is rather mischievous, is he not?" said Mr. Grey.
"Oh! yes, Sir; but very good-natured; and so is Captain Gage. We went
every day to see something or other. Once we went to hear service in
the Cathedral. I was so glad that Mr. Gage was not of the party that
morning. I wish, Mr. Haveloc, you would go on reading."
"I will, indeed," said he, taking up his book. "Only I have some
curiosity to know first, why you do not like George Gage?"
"You should not listen, Mr. Haveloc. One cannot like every body in the
world--though I did not say I disliked him."
"The Gages are all handsome," said Mr. Grey, musing. "George called on
me one day last week. I think it must have been the day you went to the
Cathedral. He said the ladies were out sight-seeing. I was very glad to
see him; and I took it kind, his coming to a dull house like this, to
pay a visit to a poor invalid."
"Kind, indeed!" exclaimed Margaret, her beautiful face all in a glow. "I
think he ought to feel much pleasure in seeing an old friend again. I
recollect Mr. Hubert came directly to see you, and he often talks of
your kindness to him when a boy."
Mr. Grey laughed, and patted her on the head. "Well, you like Hubert the
best it seems," he said. "But now tell me how you passed your evenings
when you were alone."
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