the homestead, and heard

the homestead, and heard

There was a quick step in'the hall, the parlour door opened sharply, and there stood a Blight female figure with a driving whip in her hand. She was dressed in primly cut clothes, with nothing to spare in the draping of her lean figure. Her hair was still black, although thickly streaked with odd grey hairs; her nose was aquiline, her lips thin and shrewish; and her eyes black, quiet and fierce. When she entered the room, and advanced to the vicinity of the table, these eyes were flashing out gleams of fury, just like those of an angry cat in the dark! Poor Edward, although he tried hard to feel like a man, could not help trembling ; but he made a strong effort and recovered himself."Who is this woman, Edward?" she asked in a tone of contemptuous authority, "who is this person whom you have presumed to bring to Mittagarra without consulting me in the slightest.""This lady," replied Edward, flushing up with a healthy anger, which Miss Hazlitt was glad to observe, "is Miss' Hazlitt, a lady who has done me the honour to take the entire charge of Mittigarra homestead.""Will you allow me to offer you some coffee, Mrs. Waymouth," said Dorothea, politely, at the same time rising and placing a chair Coach Outlet for Edward's mother, " you have had a very long drive, and at a very early hour."Mrs. Waymouth grew as pale as death with rage; she was for a moment entirely incapable of speech; her eyes rolled round the apartment, and perceiving the absence of the ornamental and much prized knitting, her fury broke forth."—Is it you, impudent baggage, who have presumed to remove the articles of knitted work, which I thought proper for this apartment ? return them to it, instantly! and see and get yourself out of this house as quickly as possible I before I get the servants to put you out I"Dorothea had not "a single hair turned on her," she was as cool as iced sherbet; and must we confess, that Edward Waymouth at that moment, began to think her quite as delicious. He was about to break out n a positive fury for her insulted sake, but she restrained him. "Never mind, Mr. Waymouth, leave this lady to me. The knitted work, madam,did you say? I thought you might possibly set some value upon it, and so you will find it in your conveyance; every article carefully folded in a basket," and then Miss Hazlitt resumed her seat unconcernedly, and once more sipped her tea.Mrs. Waymouth turned sharply, and without one word, left the room. ,"She's gone for the antimacassars," said her son, whose Coach Factory Outlet Online face was now as pale as her own; and he was right; in a few moments she returned with the basket, and with firmly compressed lips, deliberately commenced, one by one, arranging them in their former positions. When she had completed all to her satisfaction/she turned toward Dorothea, and stamping her foot with a rage almost demoniao, she pointed to the door, "Now, out of this room, and this house, brazen creature, before I use my whip to you.""No mother !" said Edward, naughtily, "Miss Hazlitt does not leave it at your bidding; better Coach Outlet Online have a care what you say."Mrs. Waymouth stood transfixed with astonishment, in the attitude I have described, her finger pointed to the door, and the whip held in a threatening manner in her right hand; but a movement of the new housekeeper of Mittagarra soon distracted her attention from her son,Dorothea walked coolly from one article of furniture in the room to the other, collecting, methodically, each piece of knitted work, until she had quite an armful, and then she steadily advanced to the fire and tossed them into the blaze, taking the poker afterwards to push them down Coach Outlet Store Online among the burning logs.It was more than Mrs. Waymouth could bear; she clenched her fist in her son's face, hissing into his very ear, "Edward Waymouth I you have done the worst momi ig's work for yourself to-day that ever you did I Your blood be upon your own head!"At the station of Cobunarramungee, every servant shook in his or her skin, when they saw the buggy of its mistress driving up to the homestead, and heard the loud crack of her whip, denoting extreme anger.