Lady Honoria was even more modest. Give her a well appointed town and
country house, a few powdered footmen, plenty of carriages, and other
needful things, including of course the _entree_ to the upper celestial
ten, and she would ask no more from age to age. Let us hope that she
will get it one day. It would hurt nobody, and she is sure to find
plenty of people of her own way of thinking--that is, if this world
supplies the raw material.
She embraced Effie with enthusiasm, and her husband with a chastened
warmth, and went, a pious prayer on her lips that she might never again
set eyes upon Bryngelly.
It will not be necessary for us to follow Lady Honoria in her travels.
That afternoon Effie and her father had great fun. They packed up.
Geoffrey, who was rapidly recovering from his stiffness, pushed the
things into the portmanteaus and Effie jumped on them. Those which would
not go in they bundled loose into the fly, till that vehicle looked like
an old clothes ship. Then, as there was no room left for them inside,
they walked down to the Vicarage by the beach, a distance of about
three-quarters of a mile, stopping on their way to admire the beautiful
castle, in one corner of which Owen Davies lived and moved.
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