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172 continent of Europe had bounded his wanderings; till now I had never heard a hint given of visits to more distant shores. I was pondering these things, when an incident, and a somewhat unexpected one, broke the thread of my musings. Mr. Mason, shivering as some one chanced to open the door, asked for more coal to be put on the fire, which had burnt out its flame, though its mass of cinder still shone hot and red. The footman who brought the coal, in going out, stopped near Mr. Eshton’s chair, and said something to him in a low voice, of which I heard only the words, ‘old woman,’- ‘quite troublesome.’ ‘Tell her she shall be put in the stocks if she does not take herself off,’ replied the magistrate. ‘No-stop!’ interrupted Colonel Dent. ‘Don’t send her away, Eshton; we might turn the thing to account; better consult the ladies.’ And speaking aloud, he continued-‘Ladies, you talked of going to Hay Common to visit the gipsy camp; Sam here says that one of the old Mother Bunches is in the servants’ hall at this moment, and insists upon being brought in before “the quality,” to tell them their fortunes. Would you like to see her?’ ‘Surely, colonel,’ cried Lady Ingram, ‘you would not encourage such a low impostor? Dismiss her, by all means, at once!’ ‘But I cannot persuade her to go away, my lady,’ said the footman; ‘nor can any of the servants: Mrs. Fairfax is with her just now, entreating her to be gone; but she has taken a chair in the chimney-corner, and says nothing shall stir her from it till she gets leave to come in here.’ ‘What does she want?’ asked Mrs. Eshton. ‘”To tell the gentry their fortunes,” she says, ma’am; and she swears she must and will do it.’ ‘What is she like?’ inquired the Misses Eshton, in a breath. ‘A shockingly ugly old creature, miss; almost as black as a crock.’ ‘Why, she’s a real sorceress!’ cried Frederick Lynn. ‘Let us have her in, of course.’ ‘To be sure,’ rejoined his brother; ‘it would be a thousand pities to throw away such a chance of fun.’ ‘My dear boys, what are you thinking about?’ exclaimed Mrs. Lynn. ‘I cannot possibly countenance any such inconsistent proceeding,’ chimed in the Dowager Ingram. ‘Indeed, mama, but you can-and will,’ pronounced the haughty voice of Blanche, as she turned round on the piano-stool; where till now she had sat silent, apparently examining sundry sheets of music. ‘I have a curiosity to hear my fortune told: therefore, Sam, order the beldame forward.’ ‘My darling Blanche! recollect-’ ‘I do- I recollect all you can suggest; and I must have my will-quick, Sam!’ ‘Yes-yes-yes!’ cried all the juveniles, both ladies and gentlemen. ‘Let her come-it will be excellent sport!’ The footman still lingered. ‘She looks such a rough one,’ said he. |
