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'Yes, she whispered; 'that's Ernestine with the pile of handbills on her arm. The lady sent out smiles and signals of welcome with a lifted hand. The busy propagandist took no notice. She was talking to her two companions, one of whom, the younger with head on one side, kept shooting out glances half provocative, half appealing, towards Lord Borrodaile and the young men.
After various attempts on the lady's part, the little girl was induced to come and occupy the middle place on the river side of the bench, between Vida and the tramp. While the lady held the penny in her hand, and cross-examined the still weeping child, Borrodaile sat quietly listening behind his paper.
In short, where other attractive husbands brought a boring wife, Lord Borrodaile brought an undecorative daughter.
'I've been saying you could do that. She shook her head. 'No, I've been engaged for the last hour in proving I haven't the courage. It's just come over me, she said, her eyes in their turn making a tour of the table, and coming back to Borrodaile with the look of having caught up a bran-new topic on the way 'it's just come over me, what we're all doing. 'Are we all doing the same thing?
But as he and his friends not only did not belong to, but looked down upon, the ultra smart set, where the larger freedoms are practised in lieu of the lesser decencies, Lord Borrodaile lived his life as far removed from any touch of scandal and irregularity as the most puritanic of the bourgeoisie.
At Borrodaile occurred his first interview with the chivalrous Donald Cameron of Lochiel, who was perfectly persuaded of the desperate character of his enterprise, but nevertheless aided it with generous self-devotion.
'She saves half of it! was all she said. Borrodaile, glancing shrewdly over the further augmented gathering, asked the invariable question 'How do you account for the fact that so few women are here to show their interest in a matter that's supposed to concern them so much? Vida craned her head. 'Beside you, only one! Borrodaile's mocking voice went on.
"To a man of spirit, my dear Rose," I answered, "opportunities are duties." "Nonsense!" said she, tossing her head; and after a moment she went on: "Now, here's Sir Jacob Borrodaile offering you exactly what you might be equal to." "A thousand thanks!" I murmured. "He's to have an Embassy in six months, and Robert says he is sure that he'll take you as an attache. Do take it, Rudolf to please me."
She sat on the rustic seat while Lady John explained to Lord Borrodaile, whose gardens were renowned, how she and Simonson treated this and that plant to get so fine a result. Filey had lost no time in finding a place for himself by Miss Levering, while Hermione trailed dutifully round the garden with the others.
'I saw with my own eyes began the woman. 'Yes, yes, but she lowered her voice, Borrodaile had to strain to catch what she said, 'you see it's no use beating our heads against a stone wall. A movement that means to be popular must have the police on its side. After all, they do very well considering. 'Considering they're men? demanded the matron.
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