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You see everything, says Sir Leicester, with admiration. Ha! sighs my Lady. He is the most tiresome of men! He sends I really beg your pardon he sends, says Sir Leicester, selecting the letter, and unfolding it, a message to you. Our stopping to change horses, as I came to his postscript, drove it out of my memory. I beg youll excuse me. He says Sir Leicester is so long in taking out his eye-glass and adjusting it, that my Lady looks a little irritated. He says In the matter of the right of way I beg your pardon, thats not the place. He says yes! Here I have it! He says, I beg my respectful compliments to my Lady, who, I hope, has benefitted by the change. Will you do me the favour to mention (as it may interest her), that I have something to tell her on her return, in reference to the person who copied the affidavit in the Chancery suit, which so powerfully stimulated her curiosity. I have seen him. My Lady,leaning forward, looks out of her window. Thats the message, observes Sir Leicester. I should like to walk a little, says my Lady, still looking out of her window. Walk? repeats Sir Leicester, in a tone of surprise. I should like to walk a little, says my Lady, with unmistakable distinctness. Please to stop the carriage. The carriage is stopped, the affectionate man alights from the rumble, opens the door, and lets down the steps, obedient to an impatient motion of my Ladys hand. My Lady alights so quickly, and walks away so quickly, that Sir Leicester, for all his scrupulous politeness, is unable to assist her, and is left behind. A space of a minute or two has elapsed before he comes up with her. She smiles, looks very handsome, takes his arm, lounges with him for a quarter of a mile, is very much bored, and resumes her seat in the carriage. The rattle and clatter continue through the greater part of three days, with more or less of bell-jingling and whip-cracking, and more or less plunging of Centaurs and bare-backed horses. Their courtly politeness to each other, at the Hotels where they tarry, is the theme of general admiration. Though my Lord is a little aged for my Lady, says Madame, the hostess of the Golden Ape, and though he might be her amiable father, one can see at a glance that they love each other. One observes my Lord with his white hair, standing, hat in hand, to help my Lady to and from the carriage. One observes my Lady, how recognisant of my Lords politeness, with an inclination of her gracious head, and the concession of her so-genteel fingers! It is ravishing! The sea has no appreciation of great men, but knocks them about like the small fry. It is habitually hard upon Sir Leicester, whose countenance it greenly mottles in the manner of sage-cheese and in whose aristocratic system it effects a dismal revolution. It is the Radical of Nature to him. Nevertheless, his dignity gets over it after stopping to refit; and he goes on with my Lady for Chesney Wold, lying only one night in London on the way to Lincolnshire. Through the same cold sunlight colder as the day declines, and through the same sharp wind sharper as the separate shadows of bare trees gloom together in the woods, and as the Ghosts Walk, touched at the western corner by a pile of fire in the sky, resigns itself to coming night, they drive into the park. The Rooks, swinging in their lofty houses in the elm-tree avenue, seem to discuss the question of the occupancy of the carriage as it passes underneath; some agreeing that Sir Leicester and my Lady are come down; some arguing with malcontents who wont admit it; now, all consenting to consider the question disposed of; now, all breaking out again in violent debate, incited by one obstinate and drowsy bird, who will persist in putting in a last contradictory croak. Leaving them to swing and caw, the travelling chariot rolls on to the house; where fires gleam warmly through some of the windows, |
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