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She seemed as keenly alive to the fact of these male presences as the two other women seemed oblivious. 'Which is the one, asked Lord Borrodaile, 'that you were telling me about? 'Why, Ernestine Blunt the pink-cheeked one in the long alpaca coat. 'She doesn't look so very devilish, he laughed. After an impatient moment's hope that devilishness might develop, he said, 'She hasn't seen you yet.
'Who is our fourth? said Lady Sophia, suddenly. 'Oh, Borrodaile! Lord John stopped halfway across the lawn and called back, 'aren't you coming? 'It's not a bit of use, said Sophia. 'You'll see. He's safe to sit there and talk to Miss Levering till the dressing-bell rings. 'Isn't she a nice creature! said Lord John.
Even her brother-in-law, who was known to be in reality a great ally of hers even Lord Borrodaile was chuckling as though at some reflection distinctly diverting. 'Poor Laura! She was being unmercifully chaffed about it last night. 'I don't myself consider it any longer a subject for chaff, said Lord John. 'No, agreed his wife; 'I felt that before this last outbreak.
'It's that wretched radical, St. John Greatorex. Mrs. Heriot turned from her niece to Lord Borrodaile. 'What foundation is there, she demanded, 'for the rumour that he tells such good stories at dinner? I never heard any. 'Ah, I believe he keeps them till the ladies have left the room. 'You don't like him, either, said Mrs. Heriot, reaching out for the balm of alliance with Lord Borrodaile.
It must give men a quite horrid idea of women, said Hermione, delicately. 'No' Lord Borrodaile spoke with a wise forbearance 'we don't confound a handful of half-insane females with the whole sex. Dick Farnborough was in the middle of a spirited account of that earlier outbreak in the North 'She was yelling like a Red Indian, and the policeman carried her out scratching and spitting
Not admiration merely, not affection alone something almost fierce behind the half-protecting tenderness with which she watched the chairman's duel with the mob. Borrodaile lifted a hand people were far too engrossed, he knew, to notice and he laid it on Vida's, which had tightened on the back of the bench. 'My dear! he said wondering and low as one would to wake a sleepwalker.
'Oh, yes; a most encouraging sign. Is it the one in mauve who did that? 'No, that's I forget her name oh, Mrs. Thomas. She's new, too. I'll have to let her speak if you won't, she said, a trifle anxiously. 'Mrs. Thomas, by all means, murmured Borrodaile, as Ernestine, seeing her plea was hopeless, turned away. Vida caught her by the coat. 'Where are the others? The rest of your good speakers?
Every one wants to see whether these particular culprits wear their rue with a difference. 'Or whether, Borrodaile went on, 'whether, like the majority, they merely look abject and flustered, and whisper agitated lies. Personally I have known it to be the most interesting moment of the evening. What brought Mrs. Fox-Moore's plight forcibly home to Mrs.
Borrodaile and his companion kept at Lady John's side. 'I'm glad, said Vida, 'that I shall at last make acquaintance with your Jean. 'Yes; it's odd your never having met, especially as she knows your cousins at Bishopsmead so well. 'I've been so little in England 'Yes, I know.
While to the onlooker nearly every aspect of this particular young woman would seem destined to offend a beauty-loving, critical taste like that of Borrodaile, he was probably served, as other mortals are, by that philosophy of the senses which brings in time a deafness and a blindness to the unloveliness that we needs must live beside.
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