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She came out accompanied by the handsome Cambridge lad who had been her partner at Lady Crashaw's dance. He was evidently absorbed in her society, and they approached in high spirits, laughing and teasing each other. "Well, Kitty, how's the bruised one?" said Ashe, as he sank into a chair beside Mrs. Alcot. "Doing finely," said Kitty. "I shall send him home to-night."
The wives of cabinet ministers have often inspired articles. I don't remember an instance of their writing them." "Well, Kitty is inclined to try." "With Ashe's sanction?" "Goodness, no! But Kitty, as you are aware" Mrs. Alcot threw a prudent glance to right and left "goes her own way. She believes she can be of great service to her husband's policy." Darrell's lip twitched.
He knew her husband slightly an eager, gifted fellow, of late years a strong High Churchman, and well known in a certain group as the friend of Mrs. Armagh, that muse fragile, austere, and beautiful of several great men, and great Christians, among the older generation. Mrs. Alcot had her own intimates, generally men; but she tired of them and changed them often. Mr.
Alcot introduced Cliffe to him, and the small Dean bowed rather stiffly. He was a supporter of the government, and he thought Cliffe's campaign against them vulgar and unfair. "Is there no hope of Lady Kitty?" he said to Mrs. Alcot. "Not much. Shall we go down to lunch?" "Without our hostess?" The Dean opened his eyes. "Oh, Kitty expects it," said Mrs.
Together they had opened a royal tomb, and the Dean's eyes were sparkling as though the ghost of the queen whose ashes he had been handling still walked and talked with him. He passed in his light, disinterested way through most sections of English society, though the slave of none; and he greeted Darrell and Mrs. Alcot as acquaintances. Mrs.
Alcot had taken up the theme and was holding the others in play, he added in a lower voice, "and I was in no mood for second-best." Kitty's eyes twinkled a moment as she turned them on Madeleine Alcot. "Ah, I remember at Grosville Park what a bad temper you had. You would have gone away furious."
Alcot, with affected resignation, "and the servants are quite prepared. Kitty asks everybody to lunch then somebody asks her and she forgets. It's quite simple." "Quite," said Cliffe, buttoning up his coat, "but I think I shall go to the club." He was looking for his hat, when again there was a commotion on the stairs a high voice giving orders and in burst Kitty.
But I would have come to meet you. Ah, Mr. Darrell!" she added, in another tone, holding out an indifferent hand. "Where is Kitty?" She looked round her. "Shall we order lunch?" said Darrell, who had given her a greeting as careless as her own. "Kitty is really too bad; she is never less than an hour late," said Mrs. Alcot, seating herself.
He had just arrived from town on a visit to the Ashes, to find the Haggart house and garden completely deserted, save for Mrs. Alcot, who was lounging in solitude, with a cigarette and a novel, on the wide lawn which surrounded the house on three sides. As he spoke he lifted a chair and placed it beside her, under one of the cedars which made deep shade upon the grass.
Alcot replied that she had not noticed any copy in the house, and that Kitty had not spoken of it, which, given the Kitty-nature, she probably would have done, had it reached her. Then they both fell into reverie, from which Darrell emerged with the remark: "I gather that last year some very important person interfered?" This opened another line of gossip, in which, however, Mrs.
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