'I think that you had better order your horse too.
A good ride will rouse you, and you should show yourself there.'
'Oh! very well, sir; but, but I think that----'
'But what?' asked Mr. Dacre, smiling.
The Duke looked to Miss Dacre, who seemed to take pity on his idleness.
'You make him ride too much, papa. Leave him at home with me. I have
a long round to-day, and want an escort. I will take him instead of my
friend Tom Carter. You must carry a basket though,' said she, turning to
the Duke, 'and run for the doctor if he be wanted, and, in short, do any
odd message that turns up.'
So Mr. Dacre departed alone, and shortly after his daughter and the Duke
of St. James set out on their morning ramble. Many were the cottages at
which they called; many the old dames after whose rheumatisms, and many
the young damsels after whose fortunes they enquired. Old Dame Rawdon
was worse or better; worse last night, but better this morning. She was
always better when Miss called. Miss's face always did her good. And
Fanny was very comfortable at Squire Wentworth's, and the housekeeper
was very kind to her, thanks to Miss saying a word to the great Lady.
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