England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Villages -- England -- Fiction
"Ah, then you are so strong. It must be very nice to be so strong, and
not to be obliged to think so much of one's self. Now, I am obliged to
be so careful, for if I were to go out in the sun, very likely I should
have quite a headache."
It was so difficult to be sympathetic over this possibility, that
Winifred found it hard to frame a suitable answer, and was grateful to
Mrs Bennett for coming in at the moment, and presenting another outlet
for conversation. Bessie was sitting upright, rigidly and girlishly
contemptuous, and subjects seemed alarmingly few.
"My father begged me to leave his card for Mr Bennett," Winifred said
at last. "He would have come himself if some magistrate's business had
not been in the way, but he is such a dreadfully conscientious
magistrate, that all our little persuasions are quite hopeless."
"I hope he is not very severe,--the poor people are so much to be
pitied," said kindly Mrs Bennett. "Only think if one was starving! I
am sure I should be very likely to take a joint or something."
"No, he is not very severe," Winifred said hesitating, with her thoughts
wandering. "It is rather that he has such strict ideas of uprightness
that he finds it hard to make excuses--"
She stopped suddenly, and the colour faded out of her face. Looking at
Mrs Bennett, she had not heard the door open, nor seen Ada's rippling
smiles, nor known that Anthony had come behind her, until a general
movement made her look round, and then her start and change of colour
gave an unlucky point to the words. Fortunately, Ada, who had longed
that Anthony should come in, was triumphant, and not quick enough to
read any discomfiture, claiming him at once with a show of possession.
"O Anthony, have you seen Mr Mannering? He has been here and was so
nice. He has asked us all to a garden party on Saturday, on purpose to
show me his flowers. He asked me what time would be best, and I said
four to seven, and we promised to be there punctually. I told him I
would tell you all about it, but he says he shall write a formal
invitation, so you are sure to have it, though of course I answered for
you. I dare say you will be there," Ada went on, with a gracious
patronage of Winifred.
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