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The spring -- or is it the spring? -- has been playing its genial game with Mrs. Prince, too, as is evident by the restored importance of her gait, as she sweeps out of the orchid-house, whither Lavinia has pursued her, and by the smoothed and satisfied visage -- changed, indeed, from that which she had worn two months ago in announcing her daughter's mysterious correspondence with the Cavalry Officer Commanding at Canterbury -- which she turns towards her visitor.
"Did you walk," she asks, "this warm day? Sir George wanted the horses, I suppose? It must be awkward having only one pair. If I had known, I should have been so delighted to send for you!"