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Leavening tells what is the figure they have in mind, but I shouldn’t suppose Mr Leavening’s fortune to be more than genteel ,would you?”
    “My dear, since I haven’t the least guess who the Leavenings may be, I can’t answer you!” replied Abby, her eyes alight with laughter.
    Miss Wendover was shocked. “Abby! How can you have forgotten? From Bedfordshire—our own county! Almost our neighbours! He had a wart on his left cheek—such a pity!—but in all other respects quite unexceptionable! Or am I thinking of Mr Tarvin? Yes, I fancy it was he who had the wart, which makes it even more delightful, for there is something about warts, isn’t there? Dearest, I wish you will go to York House this afternoon! So unfriendly not to welcome them immediately, and I wouldn’t for the world have Mrs Leavening suspect that we had forgotten her! You will tell her how happy I am to hear of her arrival, and explain how it comes about that I am unable to visit her myself—not but what I am a great deal stronger today, and I daresay I may be able to come downstairs tomorrow. And if you were to walk up Milsom Street, Abby, you could pop into Godwin’s, to discover if they haven’t yet received that book Mrs Grayshott told me I should enjoy. It is called the Knight of something or other—not, of course, that I am an advocate for novel-reading. Perhaps Mrs. Leavening would come and sit with me for a little while tomorrow. What a lot she will have to tell us about our old friends, which James and Cornelia never do! I declare, it has put me in spirits only to think of it! We must hold one of our evening-parties, dearest! I shall occupy myself in making out a list of the people to be invited while you are in the town.” She added kindly: “Such a fine afternoon as it is! It will do you good to take a walk, dearest. You have been cooped up with me for too long.”
    Abby was too glad to promote these cheerful plans to raise any objection to Miss Wendover’s disposal of her afternoon, which she had meant to have spent in quite another manner. Fanny had been persuaded to join a party of her friends on an expedition to Claverton Down, so Abby presently set forth alone on her two errands. Neither was successful: Godwin’s Circulating Library was still unable to supply Miss Wendover with a copy of Mrs Porter’s latest novel; and although Mr and Mrs Leavening were expected to arrive that day at York House they had not yet done so, and were scarcely looked for until dinner-time. Abby declined a civil invitation to await their coming in one of the hotel’s lounges, began to deliver a verbal message for them, and then thought that Selina would say that she ought to have written a note. She went into the lounge on one side of the hall, and sat down at one of its two writing-tables to perform this duty. There was no one in the room, but just as she was about to seal her brief letter with a wafer found in one of the table’s drawers she heard the sounds betokening an arrival, and paused, wondering if it could be the Leavenings. But only one person entered the hotel, a man, as she perceived, catching a glimpse of him through the open doorway. She fixed the wafer, and was writing the direction on the note when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, that he had strolled into the room. She paid no heed, but was startled, the next instant, by hearing someone in the hall command the boots to carry Mr Calverleigh’s portmanteaux up to No. 12.
    Taken thus by surprise, it was several moments before she was able to decide whether to make herself known to him, or to await a formal introduction. The strict propriety in which she had been reared urged her to adopt the latter course; then she remembered that she was not a young girl any longer, but a guardian-aunt, and one sufficiently advanced in years to be able to accost a strange gentleman without running the risk of being thought shockingly forward. She had wondered how she could contrive,