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They were driving up the narrow avenue to the gates of Hurlingham by
this time. Lesbia shock out her frock and looked at her gloves,
tan-coloured mousquetaires, reaching up to the elbow, and embroidered to
match her frock.
To-day she was a study in brown and gold. Brown satin petticoat
embroidered with marsh marigolds; little bronze shoes, with marsh
marigolds tied on the lachets; brown stockings with marsh marigold
clocks; tunic brown foulard smothered with quillings of soft brown lace;
Princess bonnet of brown straw, with a wreath of marsh marigold and a
neat little buckle of brown diamonds; parasol brown satin, with an
immense bunch of marsh marigolds on the top; fan to match parasol.
The seats in front of the field were nearly all full when Lady Kirkbank
and Lesbia left their carriage; but their interests had been protected
by a gentleman who had turned down two chairs and sat between them on
guard. This was Mr. Smithson.
'I have been sitting here for an hour keeping your chairs,' he said, as
he rose to greet them.


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