Mystery and Confidence: A Tale. Vol. 1Pinchard, Elizabeth Sibthorpe
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Mystery and Confidence: A Tale. Vol. 1
Pinchard, Elizabeth Sibthorpe
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"Well, I declare they are talking still, but not loud: bless me! I
actually heard one of them laugh." "So much the better, mamma," said
Joanna; "I always like to hear people laugh; it shews there is no
mischief going on." "Not at all, not at all, Joanna," said Mrs. Ross,
whose irritated curiosity disposed her to contradiction. "I am sure I
have often thought, when I have heard you two girls chattering and
laughing, that you were planning some mischief." "Well, mamma, I am sure
we never executed it, for you know we were always the best girls in the
world." "Pretty well, pretty well sometimes," replied Mrs. Ross, half
smiling in the midst of her bustle.
At length the study door opened, and Mordaunt was seen to pass through
the little garden before the house, to which Ross attended him: they
shook hands at parting. "You see, mamma, they have not quarrelled," said
Joanna; "so far from it, I have a great notion they are better pleased
with each other than they have been lately;" and she glanced slily at
Ellen, for Joanna had little doubt what subject had employed, at least,
part of the time they had been together.
As soon as Mordaunt was gone, Ross came into the parlour, and
said,--"What have we for dinner to-day, my dear?" "Well, Mr. Ross, I
don't think I ever heard you ask before in all my life." "Possibly not,
my dear; but I wish to know, because Mr. Mordaunt dines with us." "Mr.
Mordaunt!" repeated Mrs. Ross: "well, of all things, that is the last I
should have expected. Why, _now_ I am surprized indeed:--then we have
such an odd dinner to-day;--nothing but----" "Never mind, my dear, never
mind, you can easily make a little alteration: come with me, and I will
tell you more; in the meantime, girls, go and make yourselves very
smart. Mr. Mordaunt is only gone home to dress, and will be here again
soon; of course, as he is so nice in his own appearance, he will expect
to find you lasses dressed to receive him." "Dear Mr. Ross," said the
good woman, staring at him, "I do not know you to-day! What in the world
is come to you? First you inquire about dinner, and then you tell the
girls to go and dress themselves; two things which I never knew you take
the slightest concern in before."
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