Vesey crossed her dimpled hands on the edge of the table, smiled placidly, and said, "Yes, dear." Vesey," said Miss Halcombe, looking brighter, sharper, and readier than ever, by contrast with the undemonstrative old lady at her side, "what will you have? A cutlet?" Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all. Starting from this point of view, it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Nature has so much to do in this world, and is engaged in generating such a vast variety of co-existent productions, that she must surely be now and then too flurried and confused to distinguish between the different processes that she is carrying on at the same time. A mild, a compliant, an unutterably tranquil and harmless old lady, who never by any chance suggested the idea that she had been actually alive since the hour of her birth. Sat in the house, early and late sat in the garden sat in unexpected window-seats in passages sat (on a camp-stool) when her friends tried to take her out walking sat before she looked at anything, before she talked of anything, before she answered Yes, or No, to the commonest question-always with the same serene smile on her lips, the same vacantly-attentive turn of the head, the same snugly-comfortable position of her hands and arms, under every possible change of domestic circumstances. Some of us rush through life, and some of us saunter through life. A calm enjoyment of a calm existence beamed in drowsy smiles on her plump, placid face. Vesey looked the personification of human composure and female amiability. Vesey, who had been briefly described to me by my lively companion at the breakfast-table, as possessed of "all the cardinal virtues, and counting for nothing." I can do little more than offer my humble testimony to the truthfulness of Miss Halcombe's sketch of the old lady's character. The elderly lady, when I was presented to her, proved to be Miss Fairlie's former governess, Mrs. When I entered the room, I found Miss Halcombe and an elderly lady seated at the luncheon-table.
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