"
"Such is one's self-importance! I thought the fame would have
reached you at least."
"Ah, you don't know how little I see of any one I can hear from!
And now I am afraid I have disturbed you too early."
"Oh no, my dear; it was very good and kind, and I am only grieved
that you had so long to wait; but we will make the most of each
other now. You will stay to luncheon?"
"Thank you, indeed I am afraid I must not: papa would not like it,
for no one knows where I am."
"You have taken this long walk in the heat, and are going back! I
don't like it, my dear; you look fagged. London has not agreed with
you."
Mrs. Poynsett rang her little hand-bell, and ordered in biscuits and
wine, and would have ordered the carriage but for Lenore's urgent
entreaties to the contrary, amounting to an admission that she
wished her visit to be unnoticed at home. This was hardly settled
before there was a knock at the door, announcing baby's daily visit;
and Miss Julia was exhibited by her grandmamma with great
satisfaction until another interruption came, in a call from the
doctor, who only looked in occasionally, and had fallen on this
unfortunate morning.
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