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Alcot seemed to find it difficult to cope with these high things. Fanning herself, she languidly supposed that the English political passion, so strong and unspent still in the aristocratic families, had laid serious hold at last on William Ashe. He had great schemes of reform, and, do what he might to conceal it, his heart was in them. His wife, therefore, was no longer his occupation, but Mrs.
Very soon I shall be quite charming again you'll see!" "I dare say, my lady." Blanche went on sorting and arranging the lingerie she had taken out of the drawer. Kitty sat down beside her, nursing a bare foot which was crossed over the other. "You know how I abused you about my hair, Blanche? Well, Mrs. Alcot said, that very night, she never saw it so well done.
"She has the keenest flair of them all for what produces an effect. None of the others can touch her Mrs. Alcot none of them!" He was thinking of the other members of a certain group, at that time well known in London society a group characterized chiefly by the beauty, extravagance, and audacity of the women belonging to it. It was by no means a group of mere fashionables.
Alcot hesitated for a word. "Scarcely his repose?" laughed Darrell. "I really won't discuss Kitty any more," said Mrs. Alcot, impatiently. "Here they are! Hullo! What has Kitty got hold of now?" Three carriages were driving up the long approach, one behind the other.
Lady Tranmore's eyebrows went up, and she could not restrain the word: "Alone?" "Naturellement!" laughed Kitty. "He reads me French poetry, and we talk French. We let Madeleine Alcot come once, but her accent was so shocking that Geoffrey wouldn't have her again!" Lady Tranmore flushed deeply. The "Geoffrey" seemed to her intolerable.
"She plays at Lady Bountiful," said Mrs. Alcot. "She doesn't do it well, but " " The wonder is, in Johnsonian phrase, that she should do it at all. Anything else?" "I understand she is writing a book a novel." Darrell threw back his head and laughed long and silently. "Il ne manquait que cela," he said "that Lady Kitty should take to literature!" Mrs. Alcot looked at him rather sharply. "Why not?
Footmen appeared; some guests from the next carriage went to help; there was a general movement and agitation, in the midst of which Kitty and her companions disappeared into the house. Lady Edith Manley and Lord Grosville began to cross the lawn. "What is the matter?" asked Mrs. Alcot, as they converged. "Kitty ran over a boy," said Lord Grosville, in evident annoyance.
And yet all the time there is this unreasonable, this monstrous feeling that you should not have left her! "As to the scandalous references to private persons, she said that Madeleine Alcot had written to her about the country-house gossip. That wretched being, Mr. Darrell, seems also to have written to her, trying to save himself through her.
Alcot meanwhile had her own affairs; her husband and she were apparently on friendly terms; only neither ever spoke of the other; and their relations remained a mystery. Cliffe bent over to Kitty. "And yet you said you could understand? such things didn't seem strange to you." She gave a little, reckless laugh.
"I don't know anything about them." "Because," he hesitated, "your own life has been so happy?" She evaded him. "Don't you think that jealousy will soon be as dead as saying your prayers and going to church? I never meet anybody that cares enough to be jealous." She spoke first with passionate force, then with contempt, glancing across the room at Madeleine Alcot.
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