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'Then I hope you've no objections to dancing with me,' said
Godfrey, beginning to lose the sense that there was anything
uncomfortable in this arrangement.
'No, no objections,' said Nancy, in a cold tone.
'Ah, well, you're a lucky fellow, Godfrey,' said uncle Kimble; 'but
you're my godson, so I won't stand in your way. Else I'm not so very
old, eh, my dear?' he went on, skipping to his wife's side again. 'You
wouldn't mind my having a second after you were gone- not if I cried a
good deal first?'
'Come, come, take a cup o' tea and stop your tongue, do,' said
good-humoured Mrs Kimble, feeling some pride in a husband who must
be regarded as so clever and amusing by the company generally. If he
had only not been irritable at cards!
While safe, well-tested personalities were enlivening the tea in
this way, the sound of the fiddle approaching within a distance at
which it could be heard distinctly, made the young people look at each
other with sympathetic impatience for the end of the meal.
'Why, there's Solomon in the hall,' said the Squire, 'and playing
my fav'rite tune, I believe- "The flaxen-headed ploughboy"- he's for
giving us a hint as we aren't enough in a hurry to hear him play.
Bob,' he called out to this third long-legged son, who was at the
other end of the room, 'open the door, and tell Solomon to come in. He
shall give us a tune here.
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