'Le même cours des planètes
Régle nos jours et nos nuits;
On me vit ce que vous êtes,
Vous serez ce que je suis.'
"So I qualify my agreeable truths with a little uncomfortable morality.
She'll be coming out immediately?"
Mamma told her, hereupon, all her plans about me.
"And so sure as you take her out, her papa will be giving her away; and,
remember, I'm to give her her diamonds whenever she marries. You are to
write to me whenever anything is settled, or likely to come about. They
always know at my house here, when I am on my travels, where a letter
will find me. No, you're not to thank me," she interrupted us. "I saw
Lady Rimington's, and I intend that your daughter's shall be a great
deal better than hers."
Our old Malory housekeeper, Rebecca Torkill, had a saying, "Nothing so
grateful as pride." I think I really liked my aunt Lorrimer better for
her praises of my good looks than for her munificent intentions about my
bridal brilliants. But for either I could only show my pleasure by my
looks. I started up to thank her for her promised diamonds. But, as I
told you, she would not hear a word, and drew me down gently with a
smile again beside her.
Then she talked, and mamma talked. For such a recluse, Lady Lorrimer was
a wonderful gossip, and devoured all mamma's news, and told her old
stories of all the old people who figured in such oral history. I must
do her justice. There seemed to me to be no malice whatever in her
stories. The comic was what she enjoyed most. Her lively pictures
amused even me, who knew nothing of the originals; and the longer I sat
with her, the more confidence did I feel in her good-nature.
A good deal of this conversation was all but whispered, and she had
despatched me with her maid to look at some china she had brought home
for her cabinets in London, at the other end of the room. When I
returned their heads were still very near, and they were talking low
with the same animation. I sat down again beside Lady Lorrimer. I had
spun out my inspection of the china as long as I could. Lady Lorrimer
patted my head gently, as I sat down again, without, I fancy,
remembering at the moment that I had been away. She was answering, I
think, a remark of mamma's, and upon a subject which had lain rather
heavily at my heart since Monsieur Droqville's visit to our
breakfast-table that morning.
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