She did not
understand this girl, and never knew which was carte and which tierce.
"So you are going away?"
"I expect so. Mother usually carries through her little schemes, and in
his inward soul papa is rather a fast old gentleman. He loves the
pavement, and--I don't object to the shops myself."
"Then you will like it?"
"Oh yes!" replied Dora, rising to go. "Like Mr. Martin, I am not sure
that the old pattern is worth preserving."
"I wish I could go with you," said Mrs. Agar, holding up her cheek in an
absent way for the farewell kiss; "I have not been to town for ages."
"Last week," amended Dora mentally.
"Why not come too?" she said aloud, gathering together stick, basket, and
gloves.
"There is Arthur," replied the lady. "I am afraid he will not care to
leave home just now, after so great a blow."
"All the more reason why he should go to town for a little and
forget--himself."
Mrs. Agar smiled sadly and waited for further persuasion. She had fully
made up her mind to go to Brighton, but was anxious first that the whole
parish should press her to do so against her will.
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