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"But if her looks remain?" "They don't." "You think it is a question of looks?" "Do you think it is?" asked Lady Cardington. "But how can you know anything about it, at your age, and with your appearance?" "I suppose we all have our different opinions as to what men are and what men want," Lady Holme said, more thoughtfully than usual. "Men! Men!"
As they passed the next table Lady Holme nodded to Leo Ulford. He bowed in return and indicated that he was following almost immediately. Mrs. Ulford put down her ear-trumpet, turned her head sharply, and looked at Lady Holme sideways, fluttering her pink eyelids. "How exactly like a bird she is," murmured Lady Holme. "Exactly moulting."
She reached the vessel under sail, and happily succeeded in rescuing all the crew; but having split her borrowed sail, she was compelled to run in for Yarmouth beach. Here the shipwrecked crew were hospitably received at the Sailors' Home. Again, on the 1st of November, the screw-steamer Shamrock, of Dublin, ran on shore on the Holme Sand during a heavy gale from the south-west.
The gay expression had abruptly died away from her face and she looked almost stupid. "Hulloa!" said Lord Holme, as he saw her. She said nothing. "Thought you were goin' to the Blaxtons to-night," he added. She made a strong effort and smiled. "I meant to, but I felt tired after the opera." "Why don't you toddle off to bed then?" "I feel tired, I don't feel sleepy."
"I like a good shipwreck," exclaimed Miss Burns in a loud tenor voice. "I was in two before I was thirty, one off Hayti and one off Java, and I enjoyed them both thoroughly. They wake folks up and make them show their mettle." "It's always dangerous to speak figuratively if she's anywhere about," murmured Mrs. Wolfstein to Lady Holme.
The villa was in fact composed of two square buildings connected together by it. From the boat, looking up, Lady Holme saw a fierce mountain gorge rising abruptly behind the house. Huge cypresses grew on its sides, towering above the slate roof, and she heard the loud noise of falling water. It seemed to add to the weight of her desolation. The boat stopped at a flight of worn stone steps.
"Plenty of money," said "Henry," in a low voice that seemed to issue from the bridge of his nose; "it ought to bring a good six thousand into the house for the four weeks. That's for Miss Schley for the Syndicate ten per cent. on the gross, and twenty-five per cent. He found himself in mental arithmetic. "The swan with the golden eggs!" said Lady Holme, lightly, turning once more to Leo Ulford.
How could Lord Holme know that she wished to impose a veto, even as he had? And what reason was there for such a veto? That lay deep down within her as woman's instinct. No man could have understood it. And now Lord Holme had gone out in the dead of the night to thrash Carey. She began to think about Carey. How disgusting he had been.
Then, hearing the thin rustle of a dress, she turned sharply and cast an unfriendly glance at a mild young woman with a very pointed nose, on which a pair of eyeglasses sat astride, who came meekly forward, looking self-conscious, and smiling with one side of her mouth. The man with the protruding jaw, who was Lord Holme, said to her, in a loud bass voice: "Thanks, Miss Filberte, thanks."
When a woman's once over fifty it really doesn't matter much whether she's fifty-one or seventy-one. Does it?" Lady Holme thought for a moment. Then she said: "I really don't know. You see, I'm not a man." Lady Cardington's forehead puckered and her mouth drooped piteously. "A woman's real life is very short," she said. "But her desire for real life can last very long her silly, useless desire."
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