I'm sure she'll ask you down
by return of post: she's tremendously fond of distinguished people and
writers. She writes herself, you know; but I haven't read everything
she has written. It's usually poetry, and I don't go in much for
poetry- unless it's Byron. I suppose you think a great deal of Byron
in America," Mr. Bantling continued, expanding in the stimulating
air of Miss Stackpole's attention, bringing up his sequences
promptly and changing his topic with an easy turn of hand. Yet he none
the less gracefully kept in sight of the idea, dazzling to
Henrietta, of her going to stay with Lady Pensil in Bedfordshire. "I
understand what you want; you want to see some genuine English
sport. The Touchetts aren't English at all, you know; they have
their own habits, their own language, their own food- some odd
religion even, I believe, of their own. The old man thinks it's wicked
to hunt, I'm told. You must get down to my sister's in time for the
theatricals, and I'm sure she'll be glad to give you a part. I'm
sure you act well; I know you're very clever. My sister's forty
years old and has seven children, but she's going to play the
principal part.
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