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Once, when he had been leaning towards her with an audaciously tender manner, they had been passed by the Dunholm carriage, and Lady Dunholm and the friend driving with her had evidently tried not to look surprised. Lady Alanby, meeting them in the same way at another time, had put up her glasses and stared in open disapproval.
"Lady Alanby said in that dry way of hers that the arrival of an unmarried American fortune in England was becoming rather like the visit of an unmarried royalty. People ask each other what it means and begin to arrange for it. So far, only the women have come, but Lady Alanby says that is because the men have had no time to do anything but stay at home and make the fortunes.
"I like it," she answered, in her clear, well-heard voice. "I like it better than anything I have ever heard." "So do I," said old Lady Alanby shortly. "I should never have done it myself but I like it just as you do." "I knew you would, Lady Alanby," said the girl. "And you, too, Lord Dunholm." "I like it so much that I shall write and ask if I cannot be of assistance," Lord Dunholm answered.
She might have snubbed me, but she has such a way with her such a way of saying things and understanding, that that well, I found myself on one knee, kissing her hand as if I was being presented at court." Old Lady Alanby looked out on the passing landscape. "Well, you did your best," she summed the matter up at last, "if you went down on your knees involuntarily.
The swaying young thinness of those very slight girls whose soft summer muslins make them look like delicate bags tied in the middle with fluttering ribbons, has almost invariably a foolish attraction for burly young men whose characters are chiefly marked by lack of forethought, and Lady Alanby saw Tommy's robust young body give a sort of jerk as the party of three was brought across the grass.
Welden, as a sort of soporific measure, when he lay awake at night. She had sent photographs of Stornham, of Dunholm Castle, and of Dole, and had even found an old engraving of Lady Alanby in her youth. Her evident liking for the Dunholms had pleased him. They were people whose dignity and admirableness were part of general knowledge. Lord Westholt was plainly a young man of many attractions.
As Lady Alanby says, he seems to be of a new order of Mount Dunstan." "No doubt you are right," said Sir Nigel suavely. "He looked ill, notwithstanding." "As to looking ill," remarked Lady Alanby to Lord Dunholm, who sat near her, "that man looks as if he was going to pieces pretty rapidly himself, and unprejudiced inquiry would not prove that his past had nothing to do with it."
"There never was any room for mistake about Tenham. He is not usually mentioned." "I do not think this man would be usually mentioned, if everything were known," said Nigel. Then an appalling thing happened. Lady Alanby gazed at him a few seconds, and made no reply whatever. She dropped her glass, and turned again to talk to Betty.
Jane was born a sweet little affectionate worm. Lady Alanby can't hate her, even now. She just pushes her out of her path." "Because?" said Betty Vanderpoel. Mary prefaced her answer with a brief, half-embarrassed laugh. "Because of YOU." "Because she thinks ?" "I don't see how she can believe he has much of a chance.
"It does seem beastly unfair," she said in a low voice to her sister, "that a girl such as that should be so awfully good-looking. She ought to have a turned-up nose." "Thank you," said Mary, "I have a turned-up nose myself, and I've got nothing to balance it." "Oh, I didn't mean a nice turned-up nose like yours," said Jane; "I meant an ugly one. Of course Lady Alanby wants her for Tommy."
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