Subjects were started, but fell.
Some one said it was a horrid day, so different from yesterday, and more like November than April.
And several others said yes, or some word to the same effect, and that subject dropped dead.
Some one mentioned that the “English Opera Troupe” would perform the “Bride of Lammermoor” that evening.
No one answered that venture except Mr. Force, who, as a mere matter of form and politeness, said he believed so.
Ned Grandiere said it was good growing weather for the crops.
But no one complimented him by a reply.
And at length the dull repast was over, and all arose from the table.
It was now nine o’clock, and raining hard. At ten Mr. Force and Odalite were required to arrive before the judge.
As the party left the breakfast room, the guests dispersed to parlor, library, or chambers, as their inclinations led them.