I was never at a ball before, she said. "Oh, ain't it[Pg 66] lovely? Don't I wish I could dance like that? Lor, do look at that fat old party, spinning round like a teetotum! Well, I never did! Don't she perspire!" exclaimed Susan, indulging in a running commentary which left much to be desired in the matter of refinement. The evening meal passed pleasantly. Oliver could not help contrasting it with the dull and formal supper he was accustomed to take at home, and his thoughts found utterance. The Cavendish-Diggles had by this time taken up their residence at the Hall. They came, in the first instance, by invitation, but remained afterwards as a matter of course. The old people liked to hear the patter of their grandchildren鈥檚 feet and their merry shrill trebles as they played about the place. This had to some extent dispelled the fixed gloom which had settled on Lady Farrington after her son鈥檚 death. Even black Sir Rupert was softened, and seemed to take a pleasure in their prattle and merry ways. But then Letitia had always been an especial favourite of his. Her cast of character was in harmony with his. She reproduced many of his own peculiar traits; she was as unforgiving, as determined, and as hard. She showed pretty plainly what she would be if she lived to inherit the estates, and already exercised a kind of second-hand authority, such as heirs-apparent often usurp when allowed. She knew the estate by heart, every inch, every tenant. She had her own views as to the rentals and the outgoings. She kept a sharp look-out on the bailiff, and gave him to understand that she was up to every move. Sir Rupert, to a great extent, let her have her own way. It pleased him to think that the property would fall into good hands, and Letitia鈥檚 ideas were so much in accord with his own that they seldom fell out or disagreed. Oliver reflected that his new acquaintance, who had been so mysteriously kind, might be disposed to furnish him with some employment, and thought it best to accept the invitation, especially as his time was of little value. No, I'd let her keep that and I'd set up in something else. We'd double the money in a short time and then I'd retire and go to Europe. During one of Mr. Arthur Holman's visits Mrs. Kenyon managed to slip into his hands a sealed letter. 色姑娘久久综合网天天 五月天丁香婷深爱综合 开心婷婷五月综合基地 色姑娘综合站 She felt that a mother's claim was first, beyond all others. Nothing would have induced her to come between Florette and the affection which she owed to her mother. It seems a dangerous kind of monomania. I don't know but you are right, returned Oliver thoughtfully. "He seemed very kind, though." Is it any better than the suit you made me a short time since? See, love, here is a shawl which you can use as a couvre-pied, he said, flinging a fine cashmere over a chair, "since Fashion decrees that women shall wear shawls no more. And here are some ivory chessmen to assist you in puzzling your brains over the game of Eastern antiquity; and here are vases and things for odd corners. And I have brought you a carved Persian screen, and some Peshawur curtains for your door-ways, and a lamp from Cairo, to make your drawing-room a little more fantastically pretty. I know you love these things."