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"As I was going to tell you," interrupted Sir Antony, "I heard for a fact that the rest of the Tilchester Yeomanry that have escaped so long are going to volunteer to go out, after all." Augustus dropped my dress. His face got paler. This information seemed to sober him for an instant, and in that blessed interval I got away and into the blue drawing-room.

I was not agreeable, but he did all the speaking. He told me he belonged to the Yeomanry and they were "jolly fellows" and were going to give a ball soon at Tilchester the county town nearest here and that I must let his mother take me to it. It was to be a send-off to the detachment which had volunteered for South Africa. A ball! Oh! I should like to go to a ball.

It perfectly astonished me. I could not talk and joke familiarly that with Augustus any more than if he were one of the footmen. And she is a viscountess, and must at least know what a gentleman is. Half the party moved off to play bridge in one of the drawing-rooms; the rest arranged themselves comfortably, two and two. Lady Tilchester and Mr.

He held out his arm nervously, and we finally got to the dining-room and found two seats. It was not until dinner was almost over that I found out he was the Duke of Myrlshire, and ought to have taken in Lady Tilchester. Augustus had placed himself next the purple lady, and his face grew a gray mauve with excitement at her gracious glances. My ducal partner was unattractive.

In spite of Augustus in spite of everything I suddenly feel as if I had become alive again here at Harley! The whole place pleases me. It is an old Georgian house, with long wings stretching right and left, and from a large salon in the centre the other reception-rooms open. Lady Tilchester is so kind, and makes one feel perfectly at home.

I could not speak to him, as McGreggor was in the room, and afterwards it seemed too late. Should I leave the affair in silence? Oh, if I had some one to advise me! Lady Tilchester, perhaps. And yet how, so soon after my marriage, could I say to her: "My husband pays for another woman's clothes, and is, I suppose, her lover.

It was because she seemed so great and noble, and utterly apart from all these things. Had it been Babykins or Lady Grenellen, or any other woman, this discovery would have made no difference to me. I did not doubt that Antony loved me, and me only, now. He had been "not wearyingly faithful," like the rest of his world, that was all. But she Lady Tilchester my friend!

"I know Berty will be put off, he is so ridiculously fastidious, and it is absolutely necessary that he should marry an heiress." "The niece is young. Perhaps hers could be softened," I said. "She is so pretty, too." Lady Tilchester looked at me suddenly. She had not listened to what I said. "Oh, dear Mrs. Gurrage, you will help us to secure this girl?

Lady Tilchester has often tried to persuade him, but he has some whimsical answer ready, and remains at large." I should like to have talked much more on this subject, but Mr. Budge changed the conversation. He drifted into saying some personal things which did not quite please me, considering my mourning. They were not in perfect taste. I remembered how in the beginning I had not liked his hands.

There are some moments in life too anguishing for words! Her face is the face of Lady Tilchester, but her eyes her eyes are grayish-greeny-blue, with black edges, and that look like a cat's, that can see in the dark. Now I know whom her photograph reminded me of. There can be only one other pair of such eyes in the world. I don't remember what I said. Something kind and banal.