But the Grays were passed over just as sedulously as the Joneses and the
Smiths. Excitement, again and again on the tenter-hooks, invariably came
to nothing. Even Mrs. Gorman Stanley, who had sat on Mrs. Bertram's
sofa, and condemned her felt carpet was only acknowledged by the most
passing and stately recognition. Little chance had the poor lady of
effecting other introductions; she realized for the first time that she
was only a quarter introduced to the great woman herself.
The fact was this: There was not a soul in Northbury, at least there was
not an acknowledged soul who could combat Mrs. Bertram's will. She had
made up her mind to talk to no one but Mr. Ingram at the bazaar. She
carried out her resolve, and that though the Rector had formed such
pleasant visions of making every one cheerful and happy all round, for
he knew the simple weaknesses and desires of his flock, and saw not the
smallest harm in gratifying them. Why should not the Manor and the town
be friendly?
Mrs. Bertram saw a very good reason why they should not. Therefore the
Rector's dreams came apparently to nothing.
CHAPTER III.
A GENTLEMAN, MADAM.
Only apparently. Every one knows how small the little rift within the
lute is. So are most beginnings.
Mrs. Bertram felt, that in her way, she had effected quite a victory.
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