and I live in the very rooms which he had, and which are to be called
mine, my Lord Castlewood says.

"Having no more to say, at present, I close with best love and duty to
my honoured Mother, and with respects to Mr. Dempster, and a kiss for
Fanny, and kind remembrances to Old Gumbo, Nathan, Old and Young Dinah,
and the pointer dog and Slut, and all friends, from their well-wisher HENRY ESMOND WARRINGTON."

"Have wrote and sent my duty to my Uncle Warrington in Norfolk. No anser
as yet."

"I hope the spelling is right, cousin?" asked the author of the letter,
from the critic to whom he showed it.

"'Tis quite well enough spelt for any person of fashion," answered
Lady Maria, who did not choose to be examined too closely regarding the
orthography.

"One word 'Angel,' I know, I spelt wrong in writing to my mamma, but I
have learned a way of spelling it right, now."

"And how is that, sir?"

"I think 'tis by looking at you, cousin;" saying which words, Mr. Harry
made her ladyship a low bow, and accompanied the bow by one of his best
blushes, as if he were offering her a bow and a bouquet.

CHAPTER XIX. Containing both Love and Luck

At the next meal, when the family party assembled, there was not a trace
of displeasure in Madame de Bernstein's countenance, and her behaviour
to all the company, Harry included, was perfectly kind and cordial. She
praised the cook this time, declared the fricassee was excellent, and
that there were no eels anywhere like those in the Castlewood moats;
would not allow that the wine was corked, or hear of such extravagance
as opening a fresh bottle for a useless old woman like her; gave Madam
Esmond Warrington, of Virginia, as her toast, when the new wine was
brought, and hoped Harry had brought away his mamma's permission to take
back an English wife with him. He did not remember his grandmother; her,
Madame de Bernstein's, dear mother? The Baroness amused the company
with numerous stories of her mother, of her beauty and goodness, of her
happiness with her second husband, though the wife was so much older
than Colonel Esmond. To see them together was delightful, she had heard.
Their attachment was celebrated all through the country. To talk of
disparity in marriages was vain after that. My Lady Castlewood and her
two children held their peace whilst Madame Bernstein prattled. Harry
was enraptured, and Maria surprised. Lord Cas