Tylney Hall


Tylney Hall



through a cold caught in the octagon summer-

liouse. Mrs. Filby was grumpy about her satin

gown, observing, with an angry glance at Miss

Sparkes, that if people must jump at claps of

thunders, they need'nt jump their jellies into other

people's laps; and the pedagogue of Prospect

House was weary of uttering classical jokes at

which nobody laughed. The Honourable Mr.

Danvers began to tire of looking on. Deputy

Dobbs was disappointed of his accustomed speech-

ifying, for in spite of all his hints, Twigg set his

face against toasts, not liking probably to bid

gentlemen charge their glasses who had so few

to charge. The rest of the Londoners bes^an to

calculate the distance of the metropolis. Doctor

Cobb had been huffed by Mr. Figgins in a dispute

about politics ; Squire Ned, for the last half hour,

had been making up his mind to steal away ; and

even the Crumpe family, who had come early on

purpose to enjoy a long day, began to agree in their

own minds, that it was the longest they had ever

known. In short, every body foun.d some good

reason for going, and successively they took leave,

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