Lady Rose's Daughter
im a few moments of scrutiny, during which the Minister's heavily marked face took on the wary, fighting aspect which his dep
" he thought, admiring against his will, as the tall, slim soldier paid his respects to Lady Henry, a
r letters?" said Lady Henry,
arkworth's laughing reply, as he looked f
, throwing herself back in her chair. "Mr. Mont
fted his han
ase!--even after the Lamb has been devoured he is still the object of calumny on the part of the Wol
Her brow was lowering, her talk forced. Throughout, Sir Wilfrid perceived in her a strained attention directed towards the conversation on the other side of the room. She could neither see it nor hear it, but she was jealously conscious of it. As for Mon
ed; and all to the flattery and glorification of the talker. The famous Minister had come to visit Lady Henry, as he had done for many Sundays in many years; but it was not Lady Henry, but her companion, to whom his homage of the afternoon was paid, who gave him his moment of enjoyment--the moment that would bring
enry could bea
er coldest voice, just as Montresor, dropping his--head thrown back and knees crossed--was about to pour in
ing himself a little, returned to Lady Henry; and though she received him with great coolness, the circle round her, now augmented by Dr. Meredith, and an
while the applauding laughter of the group of intimates amid which he sat told him that his epigrams ha
n swept through him. He turned away, ashamed of having seen, and hid himself, a
r. They had been talking earnestly, wholly forgetting and apparently forgotten by the rest of the room. On his side there was an air of embarrassment. He seemed to be choosing his words wi
s the thought that rushed through Sir W
en o'clock all were gone. Mademoiselle Le Breto
est disappeared. "I must have some private talk with you. Well, I understa
and she arranged the folds of her own thick silk dress, as though, for some re
ossed, finger-tips lightly touching, the fair e
on the whole. It seemed to me she was quite conscious that her behavior had not been always what it should be, and
rew out her h
hich I pay her to Evelyn Crowborough's bazaar, and asked what she was to
an propitiated by her confession?
e, I guessed that it was not spontaneo
cried Sir Wilfrid. "I seem, indeed,
ve done some good. I was beginning to--to have some ret
" ejaculated Sir Wilf
and I told her a few home truths about the way in which she had made mischief and forced Julie into a totally false position. On which she flew into a passion, and said a lot of silly nonsense about Julie, that showed me, among o
ir Wilfrid, "if you
who behaved like a brute to his daughter while she was alive, and is, all the same, a poseur from top to toe--walking in here one night and demanding his granddaughter--spreading lies, perhaps, that I have been ill-treating he
Because h
at, in my opinion, doesn't touch people much nowadays. Insulted bec
d, meditatively, "only the Duchess, Delafiel
lf. "Montresor! That's new to me. Oh, she s
Have you had any
to have been living in her pocket, and the three have been intriguing against me, morning, noon, and
his angry companion
t know what
"A lad whom I sent to Eton and Oxford, when his father could
thought Sir Wilfrid. "A ma
, al
afraid lest he shoul
!" said Lady Henry, with the inconsiste
ough feeling his way--"have you never ha
do you
ouble Mademoiselle Le Breton is taking--on behalf of th
laughed i
rigante. If you knew her as well as I do, you wouldn't think much of that. Oh no--make your mind easy. It's
haps of the head of the family--yo
hess or no Duchess! Did you see the audacious way in which she behaved this afternoon?--how she absorbs my guests?--how s
d Sir Wilfrid, laying a kind hand up
olerable, considering who and what she is--that she makes me appear in an odious light to my old friends. No, no, Wilfrid, your first instinct was the true one. I shall have to bring m
the temper?" he aske
e gets on my nerves, and I'm
ly, "I hope you under
ends!" she said, defiantly. But h
on't quarrel with everybody who may sympathize with her. Let them t
the lips. "Whoever goes with her gives
iend, liste
the end of that time her gust of passion had more or less passed away; she wa
. Her look of exhaustion distressed him, and, for all her unreason, he felt himself astonishingly in sympathy
ess of this mood in him which
tongue," she granted him, sullenly. "But, u
reply. "Nothing would put you in a be
ow good-night, Wilfrid--good-night. You're a very g
could neither read nor write nor sew, owing to her blindness, and in the re
ned and Julie Le Breton'
to you?" she
ommanded the Observ
han her very acute sense of touch noticed s
t carefully. "You remember, I gave you a message about
aper and looked in perple
gave me a messag
hat did
that was al
k Lady Henry's quick ears.
o Winton's at all?
ED. SHE FELL BAC
" said Julie, hurriedly, "and she went for me. I th
hether you went to Shaw's, or to Beatson's, or the Stores, or any of the
own very white. Suddenly he
commissions. But I was persuaded by Evelyn to spend a
ry flush
hours of my time amusing yourself at Crowborou
the Duchess in her p
e else there? Answe
d again spoke with a kind
Delafield
re formidable, more withering--"that whatever ambitions you may cherish, Jacob Delafield is not altogether the simpleton you imagine. I kn
Breton
aid, quietly, though her thin arm shook against her dress. "I shall n
ell back into her chair,
e--refus
. It is horrid of me to say
nd excitement had blanched her no less than Lady Henry, but her fine head and delicate f
you ref
ugged her
--I had loved him--I should not have
tter than anything you've said yet. You are awar
heard you say so," s
things that Wilfrid Bury had said recurred to he
he held ou
tricks with me. In a good many ways, we're quits. Still, I confess, I admire you a good deal. Anyway, I off
d slowly and took the
d, and her voice trembled,
enry g
we may as well have one more trial. And, mademoiselle, I shall
hook he
it," she said, sadly; and then, as L
tired. Shall I
Henry. Her companion appeared to her, for a moment, in a new ligh
ther day like this wo