He stormed, he cried, he employed his usual language,
--he was in a dreadful state. He relented and asked pardon. He goes to
town to-night by the mail-train. Of course you come as usual, dear, dear
Laura. I am miserable without you; and you know I cannot leave poor
mamma. Clarykin sends a thousand kisses to little Arty; and I am his
mother's always affectionate--E. N.
"Will the gentlemen like to shoot our pheasants? Please ask the Prince to
let Warren know when. I sent a brace to poor dear old Mrs. Mason, and had
such a nice letter from her!"
"And who is poor dear Mrs. Mason" asks Mr. Pendennis, as yet but
imperfectly acquainted with the history of the Newcomes.
And Laura told me--perhaps I had heard before, and forgotten--that Mrs.
Mason was an old nurse and pensioner of the Colonel's, and how he had
been to see her for the sake of old times; and how she was a great
favourite with Ethel; and Laura kissed her little son, and was
exceedingly bright, cheerful, and hilarious that evening, in spite of the
affliction under which her dear friends at Newcome were labouring.
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