Mr. Dodd will be nearly always here now, will he not?"
"You may take your davy of that."
In a very few minutes a note was written, and Mrs. Wilson's eldest
son, a handsome young farmer, started in the covered cart with his
mother's orders "to bring the young lady willy-nilly."
The holy allies both openly scouted Kenealy's advice, and both slyly
stepped down into the town and acted on it. Mr. Fountain then returned
to Font Abbey. Their two advertisements appeared side by side, and
exasperated them.
After dinner Mrs. Wilson sent Lucy and David out to take a walk. At
the gate they met with a little interruption; a carriage drove up; the
coachman touched his hat, and Mrs. Bazalgette put her head out of the
window.
"I came to take you back, love."
David quaked.
"Thank you, aunt; but it is not worth while now."
"Ah!" said Mrs. Bazalgette, casting a venomous look on David; "I am
too late, am I? Poor girl!"
Lucy soothed her aunt with the information that she was much happier
now than she had been for a long time past. For this was a
fencing-match.
"May I have a word in private with my niece?" inquired Mrs.
Bazalgette, bitterly, of David.
"Why not?" said David stoutly; but his heart turned sick as he
retired. Lucy saw the look of anxiety.
"Lucy," said Mrs. Bazalgette, "you left me because you are averse to
matrimony, and I urged you to it; of course, with those sentiments,
you have no idea of marrying that man there.
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