"Don't you be ungracious, dear. She was proud of you. It gratified her that you should look well in every way. Oh, if you think that we are going to change our very natures for you, and make light of dress--why did I send you to a London tailor? and why am I always at you about your gloves?"
"Well, we will go back. Stop; let me take a peep first."
"The little circle is broken up. Mr. Coventry could not amuse them as you did. Ah! she is in the sulks, and he is mortified. I know there's a French proverb 'Les absens ont toujours tort.' But it is quite untrue; judicious absence is a weapon, and I must show you how and when to use it."
"Mother, you are my best friend. What shall we do next?"
"Why, go back to the room with me, and put on an imperturbable good humor, and ignore him; only mind you do that politely, or you will give him an advantage he is too wise to give you."
Henry was about to obey these orders, but Miss Carden took the word out of his mouth.
Then, as it is not easy to reply to a question so vague, Henry hesitated.
"There, I thought so," said Grace.
An instant he hesitated. Through the corridor ahead of
It was a funny little place consisting of two rooms, a
well received both there and all along the road. On May
of his character — Anthony Trollope — Journeys on circuit
rising, was gradually flooding the cave of the dragon.
“God save the Queen,” the artillery boomed a salute,