Volume One—Chapter Twenty.
Barclay’s Tenants.
“It was scandalous,” Saltinville said, “that she should accept it.”
But she did: a handsome little carriage that came down from Long Acre, and was sent round to the stables, where Cora Dean’s ponies were put up and kept now on a shorter allowance of corn.
The note was a simple one, written in a very large hand that was decidedly shaky. There was a coronet on the top, and its owner, Lord Carboro’, begged Miss Dean’s acceptance of the little gift, with his sorrow that he was the cause of the mishap, and his congratulations that she was not hurt.
This was all very refined and in accordance with etiquette. The postscript looked crotchety.
“P.S.—Tell your people not to give them so much corn.”
Cora did so, and said that she should drive out to show the people of Saltinville that she was no coward.
“Then I’ll go with you, Betsy,” said Mrs Dean, “to show ’em I ain’t, too: and, you mark my words, this’ll be the making of you in society.”
So Cora took her drives as of old, found that she was very much noticed by the gentlemen, very little by the ladies, but waited her time.