Runce."
"I'll wish you good evening, Sir George," said the farmer, reining
his pony round. "Good evening to you, sir." And Mr. Runce trotted
or rather ambled off, unable to endure another word.
"An honest man, I dare say," said the Senator.
"Certainly; and not a bad specimen of a British farmer."
"Not a bad specimen of a Briton generally;--but still, perhaps, a
little unreasonable." After that Sir George said as little as he
could, till he had brought the Senator back to the hall.
"I think it's all over now," said Lady Penwether to Miss Penge,
when the gentlemen had left them alone in the afternoon.
"I'm sure I hope so,--for his sake. What a woman to come here by
herself, in that way!"
"I don't think he ever cared for her in the least."
"I can't say that I have troubled myself much about that," replied
Miss Penge. "For the sake of the family generally, and the
property, and all that, I should be very very sorry to think that
he was going to make her Lady Rufford. I dare say he has amused
himself with her."
"There was very little of that, as far as I can learn;--very little
encouragement indeed! What we saw here was the worst of it. He was
hardly with her at all at Mistletoe."
"I hope it will make him more cautious;--that's all," said Miss
Penge. Miss Penge was now a great heiress, having had her lawsuit
respecting certain shares in a Welsh coal-mine settled since we
last saw her.
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