Eustace Glazzard--Mr.
William's brother."
The Mayoress laid her fan on her bosom, and inclined graciously. She
was a portly and high-coloured woman, with hanging nether lip.
Glazzard conversed with her and her husband in a tone of amiable
liveliness.
"Remarkable," he said, smiling to the Mayoress, "how patiently women
in general support this ancient yoke of tyranny!"
Mrs. Mumbray looked at him with condescending eyes, in doubt as to
his real meaning. Her husband, ponderously literal, answered in his
head-voice:
"I fail to recognize the grievance.--How do you do, Mr. Lovett?--
I am conscious of no tyranny."
"But that is just what Mr. Glazzard meant, papa, put in Serena, with
scarcely disguised contempt.
"Ha! oh! To be sure--to be sure! Quite so, Mr. Glazzard.--A very
amoosing lecture, all the same. Not of course to be taken seriously.
--Good evening, Mr. Glazzard--good evening!"
The Mayoress again inclined. Serena gave her acquaintance an
enigmatic look, murmured a leave-taking, and, with an affectionate
nod to Ivy, passed on. Glazzard drew near to his niece.
"Your friend is not a disciple of Mrs. Wade?"
"Oh dear no, uncle!"
"Not just a little bit?" he smiled, encouragingly.
"Perhaps she would agree with what Mr. Quarrier said about girls
having a right to better instruction."
"I see. Don't wait with me if there's any one you would like to
speak to.
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