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"
By
Jove
,
she
has
taste
!
"
exclaimed
Henry
Lynn
.
Miss
Ingram
rose
solemnly
:
"
I
go
first
,
"
she
said
,
in
a
tone
which
might
have
befitted
the
leader
of
a
forlorn
hope
,
mounting
a
breach
in
the
van
of
his
men
.
"
Oh
,
my
best
!
oh
,
my
dearest
!
pause
--
reflect
!
"
was
her
mama
's
cry
;
but
she
swept
past
her
in
stately
silence
,
passed
through
the
door
which
Colonel
Dent
held
open
,
and
we
heard
her
enter
the
library
.
A
comparative
silence
ensued
.
Lady
Ingram
thought
it
"
le
cas
"
to
wring
her
hands
:
which
she
did
accordingly
.
Miss
Mary
declared
she
felt
,
for
her
part
,
she
never
dared
venture
.
Amy
and
Louisa
Eshton
tittered
under
their
breath
,
and
looked
a
little
frightened
.
The
minutes
passed
very
slowly
:
fifteen
were
counted
before
the
library-door
again
opened
.
Miss
Ingram
returned
to
us
through
the
arch
.
Would
she
laugh
?
Would
she
take
it
as
a
joke
?
All
eyes
met
her
with
a
glance
of
eager
curiosity
,
and
she
met
all
eyes
with
one
of
rebuff
and
coldness
;
she
looked
neither
flurried
nor
merry
:
she
walked
stiffly
to
her
seat
,
and
took
it
in
silence
.
"
Well
,
Blanche
?
"
said
Lord
Ingram
.
"
What
did
she
say
,
sister
?
"
asked
Mary
.
"
What
did
you
think
?
How
do
you
feel
?
--
Is
she
a
real
fortune-teller
?
"
demanded
the
Misses
Eshton
.
"
Now
,
now
,
good
people
,
"
returned
Miss
Ingram
,
"
do
n't
press
upon
me
.
