'She is _such_ an oddity, poor dear Aunt Knollys,' murmured the young
man, ever so little put out, and he laughed. 'I never know quite what she
wishes, or how to please her; but she's _so_ good-natured; and when she
goes to town for the season--she does not always, you know--her house is
really very gay--you can't think----'
Here again he was interrupted, for the door opened, and Lady Knollys
entered. 'And you know, Charles,' she continued, 'it would not do to forget
your visit to Snodhurst; you wrote, you know, and you have only to-night
and to-morrow. You are thinking of nothing but that moor; I heard you
talking to the gamekeeper; I know he is--is not he, Maud, the brown man
with great whiskers, and leggings? I'm very sorry, you know, but I really
must spoil your shooting, for they do expect you at Snodhurst, Charlie; and
do not you think this window a little too much for Miss Ruthyn? Maud, my
dear, the air is very sharp; shut it down, Charles, and you'd better tell
them to get a fly for you from the town after luncheon. Come, dear,' she
said to me. 'Was not that the breakfast bell? Why does not your papa get a
gong?--it is so hard to know one bell from another.
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