Tramore. The girl,
however, was aware that this was not a good enough instance of their
humiliation; inasmuch as it was rather she who, on the occasion of
their last contact, had held off from Lady Maresfield. She was a
little ashamed now of not having answered the note in which this
affable personage ignored her mother. She couldn't help perceiving
indeed a dim movement on the part of some of the other members of the
group; she made out an attitude of observation in the high-plumed
head of Mrs. Vaughan-Vesey. Mrs. Vesey, perhaps, might have been
looking at Captain Jay, for as this gentleman walked back to the
hotel with our young lady (they were at the "Britannia," and young
Mangler, who clung to them, went in front with Mrs. Tramore) he
revealed to Rose that he had some acquaintance with Lady Maresfield's
eldest daughter, though he didn't know and didn't particularly want
to know, her ladyship. He expressed himself with more acerbity than
she had ever heard him use (Christian charity so generally governed
his speech) about the young donkey who had been prattling to them.
They separated at the door of the hotel. Mrs. Tramore had got rid of
Mr. Mangler, and Bertram Jay was in other quarters.
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