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keep her from looking at her cards when the deal began, must direct her in whatever was to be done with them to the end of it. He was in high spirits, doing everything with happy ease, and preeminent in all the lively turns, quick resources, and playful impudence that could do honour to the game; and the round table was altogether a very comfortable contrast to the steady sobriety and orderly silence of the other. Twice had Sir Thomas inquired into the enjoyment and success of his lady, but in vain; no pause was long enough for the time his measured manner needed; and very little of her state could be known till Mrs. Grant was able, at the end of the first rubber, to go to her and pay her compliments. I hope your ladyship is pleased with the game. Oh dear, yes! very entertaining indeed. A very odd game. I do not know what it is all about. I am never to see my cards; and Mr. Crawford does all the rest. Bertram, said Crawford, some time afterwards, taking the opportunity of a little languor in the game, I have never told you what happened to me yesterday in my ride home. They had been hunting together, and were in the midst of a good run, and at some distance from Mansfield, when his horse being found to have flung a shoe, Henry Crawford had been obliged to give up, and make the best of his way back. I told you I lost my way after passing that old farmhouse with the yew-trees, because I can never bear to ask; but I have not told you that, with my usual luckfor I never do wrong without gaining by itI found myself in due time in the very place which I had a curiosity to see. I was suddenly, upon turning the corner of a steepish downy field, in the midst of a retired little village between gently rising hills; a small stream before me to be forded, a church standing on a sort of knoll to my right which church was strikingly large and handsome for the place, and not a gentleman or half a gentlemans house to be seen excepting oneto be presumed the Parsonage within a stones throw of the said knoll and church. I found myself, in short, in Thornton Lacey. It sounds like it, said Edmund; but which way did you turn after passing Sewells farm? I answer no such irrelevant and insidious questions; though were I to answer all that you could put in the course of an hour, you would never be able to prove that it was not Thornton Laceyfor such it certainly was. You inquired, then? No, I never inquire. But I told a man mending a hedge that it was Thornton Lacey, and he agreed to it. You have a good memory. I had forgotten having ever told you half so much of the place. Thornton Lacey was the name of his impending living, as Miss Crawford well knew; and her interest in a negotiation for William Prices knave increased. Well, continued Edmund, and how did you like what you saw? Very much indeed. You are a lucky fellow. There will be work for five summers at least before the place is liveable. No, no, not so bad as that. The farmyard must be moved, I grant you; but I am not aware of anything else. The house is by no means bad, and when the yard is removed, there may be a very tolerable approach to it. The farmyard must be cleared away entirely, and planted up to shut out the blacksmiths shop. The house must be turned to front the east instead of the north the entrance and principal rooms, I mean, must be on that side, where the view is really very pretty; I am sure it may be done. And there must be |
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