Title:  Lord Ormont and his Aminta, v3

Author:  George Meredith

Edition:  10

Language:  English

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Release Date:  September, 2003 [Etext #4479] [Yes, we are more than one year ahead of schedule] [This file was first posted on February 25, 2002]

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BOOK 3.

XII.  More of Cuper’s boys
XIII.  War at Olmer
XIV.  Old lovers new friends
XV.  Showing A secret fished without Angling
XVI.  Along two roads to Steignton

CHAPTER XII

MORE OF CUPER’S BOYS

Entering the dining-room at the appointed minute in a punctual household, Mrs. Lawrence informed the company that she had seen a Horse Guards orderly at the trot up the street.  Weyburn said he was directing a boy to ring the bell of the house for him.  Lord Ormont went to the window.

‘Amends and honours?’ Mrs. Lawrence hummed and added an operatic flourish of an arm.  Something like it might really be imagined.  A large square missive was handed to the footman.  Thereupon the orderly trotted off.

My lord took seat at table, telling the footman to lay ‘that parcel’ beside the clock on the mantelpiece.  Aminta and Mrs. Lawrence gave out a little cry of bird or mouse, pitiable to hear:  they could not wait, they must know, they pished at sight of plates.  His look deferred to their good pleasure, like the dead hand of a clock under key; and Weyburn placed the missive before him, seeing by the superscription that it was not official.