trying at the same time
to compose himself for the martyrdom he had to endure in sitting at
table with the presumptuous fellow. The Countess signalled him to come
within the presence. As he was crossing the room, Rose entered, and
moved to meet him, with: 'Ah, Harry! back again! Glad to see you.'
Harry gave her a blunt nod, to which she was inattentive.
'What!' whispered the Countess, after he pressed the tips of her
fingers. 'Have you brought back the grocer?'
Now this was hard to stand. Harry could forgive her her birth, and pass
it utterly by if she chose to fall in love with him; but to hear the
grocer mentioned, when he knew of the tailor, was a little too much, and
what Harry felt his ingenuous countenance was accustomed to exhibit. The
Countess saw it. She turned her head from him to the diplomatist, and he
had to remain like a sentinel at her feet. He did not want to be thanked
for the green box: still he thought she might have favoured him with one
of her much-embracing smiles:
In the evening, after wine, when he was warm, and had almost forgotten
the insult to his family and himself, the Countess snubbed him. It was
unwise on her part, but she had the ghastly thought that facts were
oozing out, and were already half known. She was therefore sensitive
tenfold to appearances; savage if one failed to keep up her lie to her,
and was guilty of a shadow of difference of behaviour. The pic-nic over,
our General would evacuate Beckley Court, and shake the dust off her
shoes, and leave the harvest of what she had sown to Providence. Till
then, respect, and the honours of war! So the Countess snubbed him, and
he being full of wine, fell into the hands of Juliana, who had witnessed
the little scene.
'She has made a fool of others as well as of you,' said Juliana.
'How has she?' he inquired.
'Never mind. Do you want to make her humble and crouch to you?'
'I want to see Harrington,' said Harry.
'He will not return to-night from Fallow field. He has gone there to get
Mr. Andrew Cogglesby's brother to do something for him. You won't have
such another chance of humbling them both--both! I told you his mother
is at an inn here. The Countess has sent Mr. Harrington to Fallow
field to be out of the way, and she has told her mother all sorts of
falsehoods.'
'How do you know all that?' quoth Harry. 'By Jove, Juley! talk about
plotters! No keeping anything from you, ever!'
'Never mind. The mother is here. Sh
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