The Wellfields: A novel. Vol. 2 of 3

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STAGE II.— Continued.
STAGE II — Continued.
‘Oh Death, that makest life so sweet!
Oh fear, with mirth before thy feet!’
When Nita and Jerome again arrived at the Abbey, they found that Mr. Bolton had returned from Burnham, and that the midday dinner, which was an institution in the family, was waiting for them.
‘Have you settled anything?—has Nita helped you?’ inquired Mr. Bolton.
‘Miss Bolton has been very kind indeed, and has probably saved me from wasting a great deal of my small stock of money,’ replied Jerome.
‘Ah!’ said Mr. Bolton, appreciatively, ‘that’s always something gained.’
He asked his daughter what she was going to do that afternoon, and Nita said she was going to drive to the town of Clyderhow to do a little shopping.
‘Why Clyderhow? The shops in Burnham are a great deal better.’
‘Because I like the drive to Clyderhow,’ said Nita; ‘and there is a wonderful milliner there. Aunt Margaret got a bonnet from her with five ostrich tips in it, and a bird, and three bows of black satin ribbon, and a great deal of velvet, for the sum of two guineas.’