"How the coach
rocks--those blockheads will end by upsetting it. I should have been twice
as well in my chair."
Angela sat in her place, lost in thought, and hardly conscious of the
jolting coach, or of Papillon's prattle, who would not be satisfied till
she had dragged her aunt into the conversation.
"Did you not love the play, and would you not love to be a princess like
Arethusa, and to wear such a necklace? Mother's diamonds are not half as
big."
"Pshaw, child, 'twas absolute glass--arrant trumpery."
"But her gown was not trumpery. It was Lady Castlemaine's last birthday
gown. I heard a lady telling her friend about it in the seat next mine.
Lady Castlemaine gave it to the actress; and it cost three hundred
pounds--and Lady Castlemaine is all that there is of the most extravagant,
the lady said, and old Rowley has to pay her debts--(who is old Rowley, and
why does he pay people's debts?)--though she is the most unscrupulous--I
forget the word--in London."
"You see, madam, what a good school the play-house is for your child," said
Fareham grimly.
"I never asked you to take our child there."
"Nay, Hyacinth; but a mother should enter no scene unfit for her daughter's
innocence.
Pages:
446
447
448
449
450
451
452
453
454
455
456
457
458
459
460
461
462
463
464
465
466
467
468
469
470