Pull
your chair to the middle of the table--more to the left--more still.
Make the breakfast."
At a quarter before eleven Mrs. Wragge (with her own entire concurrence)
was dismissed to the back room, to bewilder herself over the science of
dressmaking for the rest of the day. Punctually as the clock struck
the hour, Mrs. Lecount and her master drove up to the gate of North
Shingles, and found Magdalen and Captain Wragge waiting for them in the
garden.
On the way to Dunwich nothing occurred to disturb the enjoyment of
the drive. Noel Vanstone was in excellent health and high good-humor.
Lecount had apologized for the little misunderstanding of the previous
night; Lecount had petitioned for the excursion as a treat to herself.
He thought of these concessions, and looked at Magdalen, and smirked
and simpered without intermission. Mrs. Lecount acted her part to
perfection. She was motherly with Magdalen and tenderly attentive
to Noel Vanstone. She was deeply interested in Captain Wragge's
conversation, and meekly disappointed to find it turn on general
subjects, to the exclusion of science. Not a word or look escaped her
which hinted in the remotest degree at her real purpose.
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