Alas! : a novel . CHAPTER XIII. It is five oclock, the hour fixed for theexpedition to Certosa, and in the e7ttresolof 12 bis, Piazza d Azeglio, Mrs. and MissLe Marchant are sitting—hatted, gloved,and en-toiit-cas-ed—in expectation of thearrival of their double escort. Elizabethsafternoon has, so far, not been a lazy one,as her little cousin Bertie and his dog haveagain been good enough to pay her alengthy visit, and the former has insistedupon a repetition of the musical perform-ance of the other day, though with trun-cated rites. Without the powerful aid ofByng, Elizabeth has found it a task
Alas! : a novel . CHAPTER XIII. It is five oclock, the hour fixed for theexpedition to Certosa, and in the e7ttresolof 12 bis, Piazza d Azeglio, Mrs. and MissLe Marchant are sitting—hatted, gloved,and en-toiit-cas-ed—in expectation of thearrival of their double escort. Elizabethsafternoon has, so far, not been a lazy one,as her little cousin Bertie and his dog haveagain been good enough to pay her alengthy visit, and the former has insistedupon a repetition of the musical perform-ance of the other day, though with trun-cated rites. Without the powerful aid ofByng, Elizabeth has found it a task con-siderably beyond her strength to hold alarge collie, poised on his hind-legs, on a AMELIA. 207 music-stool. He has jumped down re-peatedly, and now lies on his back—anattitude in which experience has taughthim he is less attackable than in any other—sawing the air with his fore-paws, andlifting his lip in a deprecating grin. Where is Mr. Byng ? cries Bertiefretfully, baulked in his efforts to make his
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