'
'Why do you think so, Claude?' cried both Florence and Lilias.
'From my own observation,' Claude answered, gravely.
'I am very angry with the Baron,' said Lord Rotherwood; 'he is grown
inhospitable: he will not let me come here to-morrow--the first
Christmas these five years that I have missed paying my respects to
the New Court sirloin and turkey. It is too bad--and the Westons
dining here too.'
'Cousin Turkey-cock, well may you be in a passion,' muttered Claude,
as if in soliloquy.
Lord Rotherwood and Lilias both caught the sound, and laughed, but
Emily, unwilling that Florence should see what liberties they took
with her brother, asked quickly why he was not to come.
'I think we are much obliged to him,' said Florence, 'it would be too
bad to leave mamma and me to spend our Christmas alone, when we came
to the castle on purpose to oblige him.'
'Ay, and he says he will not let me come here, because I ought to
give the Hetherington people ocular demonstration that I go to
church,' said Lord Rotherwood.
'Very right, as Eleanor would say,' observed Claude.
'Very likely; but I don't care for the Hetherington folks; they do
not know how to make the holly in the church fit to be seen, and they
will not sing the good old Christmas carols.
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