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She sat forward in her chair, making herself small, patting her hands together, palm to palm, between her knees, and swaying a little as she spoke. "You see," she went on, "to be quite honest, I didn't break with Alaric simply to enable him to marry and live happy ever after. Nor did I do it exclusively to please Fallowfeild. It would take a greater fool than I am to be as altruistic as all that.
"You see, she's so anxious the girls should not marry the bishop's chaplains; and yet really they hardly see any other young men. I think it is a very difficult position, that of a bishop's wife." Lord Fallowfeild smiled, settling himself back in the corner of the wide sofa and crossing his long legs.
"Have you though?" said Lord Fallowfeild, with sympathy. "I got just about as low as I well could. I felt I was nothing but a nuisance and encumbrance. It was beastly to think of fleecing the girls, don't you know. I came precious near cutting my throat only that seemed rather a dirty way of getting out of it all." "So it is poor boy quite right. Nasty mean way of shirking your responsibilities.
So don't rush the business. Like the dear tender-hearted creature you are, have a little mercy on the poor beggar. Let the whole affair drift a little. It may straighten out." Lady Constance meditated for a minute or so. "It's very dreadful that there should be any impediment," she said. "I'll back Alaric to agree with you there," Lord Fallowfeild answered.
Lord Fallowfeild appealed to me against myself which appeared to me slightly humorous as one man of the world to another. That was an eye-opener. It was likewise a profitable lesson. I promptly laid it to heart. And it is exclusively from the point of view of the man of the world that I propose to regard myself, and my circumstances, and my personal peculiarities, in future.
He fidgeted violently. "Not that I have actually made up my mind to help you yet," he went on. "I am very much inclined to cast you adrift. It distresses me to put it to you so plainly, but you are disgracefully extravagant, you know, Shotover." "Oh! I know," the young man admitted. "You're a selfish fellow." Lord Fallowfeild became relentless.
Quayle softly. "The sweet simplicity of this counterfeit presentment of him, armed with a pea-green bait-tin and jointless fishing-rod, hardly shadows forth the copious insolvencies of recent times!" "Never have approved of harshness," continued Lord Fallowfeild. "Still I do feel I should have been given an opportunity of speaking my mind sooner.
"Understands the vineries very well though," Lord Fallowfeild was saying; "and doesn't grow bad peaches, not at all bad peaches, but is stupid about flowers. He ought to retire. Never shall have really satisfactory gardens till he does retire. And yet I haven't the heart to tell him to go. Good fellow, you know, good, honest, hard-working fellow, and had a lot of trouble.
"Just lean down the lace has got caught in the flowers on your berthe. That's right. Don't keep your father too late." "And in all things be discreet" this from Lord Fallowfeild. "It's been my motto through life, as your mother knows. And you couldn't have a brighter example of the excellent results of it than myself. Good-night, my dear.
Oh! ah! cottage hospital, yes," he added aloud. "Very tiresome, vexatious business about that hospital. I felt it very much at the time." "It was a regular job," Mr. Cathcart continued. "No, not a job, not a job, my dear fellow. Unpleasant word job. Nothing approaching a job, only an oversight, at most an unfortunate error of judgment," Lord Fallowfeild protested.
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