The Ffolliots of RedmarleyHarker, L. Allen (Lizzie Allen)
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The Ffolliots of Redmarley
Harker, L. Allen (Lizzie Allen)
Mate selection -- Fiction; Social classes -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
"When that long-winded woman jawed for nearly an hour, d'you mean?"
asked Uz "Exactly. I never dreamt she would come in useful, but you
never know."
"Shall you call?" Uz gurgled delightedly. "Where'll you get the
clothes? Mary's would be too big, besides everyone about here knows
'em, they're so old, and she'd never lend you anything decent.'
"I shouldn't ask her if I really wanted them; but in this instance I
scorn the mouldy garments of Sister Mary."
"Whose'll you get?" Uz asked curiously.
"My son," Buz rejoined, "I shall be like the king's daughter in the
Psalms. Never you fear for my appearance. As our dear French prose
book would remark: 'The grandmother of the young man so attractive has
a maid French, of the heart excellent, and of the habits most chic.'"
"You mean Adèle will lend them?"
"You bet. She says I speak her tongue to the marvel, is it not?"
On Boxing-Day Eloquent called upon as many of the vote-possessing
inhabitants of Redmarley as could be got in before his aunt's early
dinner. He found but few at home, for on that morning there is always
a meet in the market-place at Marlehouse, and the male portion of the
inhabitants is sporting both by inclination and tradition. He found
the wives, however, and on the whole they were gracious to him. His
visit pleased, for the then member, Mr Brooke, had not been near
Redmarley for years, and left the whole constituency to his agent, who
was nearly as slack as the member for Marlehouse himself.
Eloquent, who had by no means made up his mind as to Female Suffrage,
was much relieved that not a single woman in Redmarley had so much as
breathed its name. His inclinations led him to follow where Mr Asquith
led, but his long training in the doctrines of expediency gave him
pause. He decided that he could not yet range himself alongside of the
anti-suffrage party. As his old father was wont to remark cautiously,
"You must see where you are first," and as yet Eloquent had not clearly
discovered his whereabouts.
He ate his cold turkey with an excellent appetite, feeling that he had
spent a useful if arduous morning. The give-and-take of ordinary
conversation was always a difficult matter for Eloquent, but on this
occasion he related his experiences to his aunt, and was quite
talkative; so that, to a certain extent, she revised her unfavourable
impression as to his conversational powers, and became more hopeful for
his success in the Election. His gloom and taciturnity on Christmas
Day had filled her with forebodings.
In the afternoon he devoted himself to his correspondence. His aunt
gave up the parlour to him and went out to see her friends, while he
sat in stately solitude at a table covered with papers plainly
parliamentary in kind.
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