'But I thought Lizzie had told her father,' said Lady Merton.
'She told Mrs. Woodbourne directly,' said Anne; 'but she could not
get at my uncle, and I suppose Mrs. Woodbourne had not told him.
What an annoyance for them all! I hope Mr. Woodbourne is not very
much displeased.'
'He was more inclined to laugh than to be angry, said Rupert; 'and it
is indeed a choice morceau, worthy of Augustus Mills, Esquire,
himself. I hope Mr. Woodbourne will bring it down-stairs, that you
may explain to me the rare part which describes the decrepid old
Giant Chivalry, sitting in his den, unable to do any mischief, only
biting his nails at the passers by, like the Giant Pope in the
Pilgrim's Progress.'
Anne could not help laughing. 'But, Rupert,' said she, 'pray do not
say too much about it in the evening. I am not at all sure that Papa
will not be very much displeased to see his name figuring in the
paper as if he was a supporter of this horrid place. I wish, as
Lizzie says, that I had cut my head off before I went, for it has
really come to be something serious.
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