Morton and Miss Trefoil were lovers,--and as for Lady Augustus it would
have been thought that she was in some special degree offended with the
gentleman who had come to meet her. She just gave him the tip of her
fingers and then turned away to her maid and called for the porters and
made herself particular and disagreeable. Arabella vouchsafed a cold
smile, but then her smiles were always cold. After that she stood still
and shivered. "Are you cold?" asked Morton. She shook her head and
shivered again. "Perhaps you are tired?" Then she nodded her head. When
her maid came to her in some trouble about the luggage, she begged that
she "might not be bothered;" saying that no doubt her mother knew all
about it. "Can I do anything?" asked Morton. "Nothing at all I should
think," said Miss Trefoil. In the meantime old Mrs. Morton was standing
by as black as thunder--for the Trefoil ladies had hardly noticed her.
The luggage turned up all right at last,--as luggage always does,
and was stowed away in the cart. Then came the carriage
arrangement. Morton had intended that the two elder ladies should
go together with one of the maids, and that he should put his love
into the other, which having a seat behind could accommodate the
second girl without disturbing them in the carriage. But Lady
Augustus had made some exception to this and had begged that her
daughter might be seated with herself.
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