"As usual, and I suppose my own fault, though my last serious failure was certainly not my fault, but entirely due to you, Miss Warrender."

"It was certainly not your lordship's misfortune," smiled the young lady.

Haggard and his fiancée seemed to have a good deal to say to each other, but probably like that of most engaged persons, their conversation was merely childish.

And now the little crowd of players and spectators came to make their adieux. For in the country people still retain the fashion of bidding their hosts good-bye. Nay, more, they are in the habit of even thanking them for their entertainment, and for the pleasure they have received: whereas your fashionable, having had all there is to have,[Pg 38] and eaten and drank of what seemeth unto him good, carefully rejecting the less recherché viands, simply disappears. He was, and is not.

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