BOOK THE FIRST: THE CUP AND THE LIP
Chapter 11: Podsnappery (continued)
Simultaneously with this quenching of the meek man's ineffectual
fire; Georgiana having left the ambler up a lane of sofa, in a No
Thoroughfare of back drawing-room, to find his own way out,
came back to Mrs Lammle. And who should be with Mrs
Lammle, but Mr Lammle. So fond of her!
'Alfred, my love, here is my friend. Georgiana, dearest girl, you
must like my husband next to me.
Mr Lammle was proud to be so soon distinguished by this special
commendation to Miss Podsnap's favour. But if Mr Lammle were
prone to be jealous of his dear Sophronia's friendships, he would
be jealous of her feeling towards Miss Podsnap.
'Say Georgiana, darling,' interposed his wife.
'Towards--shall I?--Georgiana.' Mr Lammle uttered the name,
with a delicate curve of his right hand, from his lips outward. 'For
never have I known Sophronia (who is not apt to take sudden
likings) so attracted and so captivated as she is by--shall I once
more?--Georgiana.'
The object of this homage sat uneasily enough in receipt of it, and
then said, turning to Mrs Lammle, much embarrassed:
'I wonder what you like me for! I am sure I can't think.'
'Dearest Georgiana, for yourself. For your difference from all
around you.'
'Well! That may be. For I think I like you for your difference from
all around me,' said Georgiana with a smile of relief.
'We must be going with the rest,' observed Mrs Lammle, rising
with a show of unwillingness, amidst a general dispersal. 'We are
real friends, Georgiana dear?'
'Real.'
'Good night, dear girl!'
She had established an attraction over the shrinking nature upon
which her smiling eyes were fixed, for Georgiana held her hand
while she answered in a secret and half-frightened tone:
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