"You remember when was it? not long ago asking me about a family named Quodling?" "Of course I do. It was only the other day at " "Ah, just so, yes," interposed Greenacre, suavely ignoring the locality. "You know my weakness for looking up family histories. I happened to be talking with my friend Beeching yesterday Aldham Beeching, you know, the Q.C. and Quodling came into my head.
Enjoy yourself," and he patted her on the cheek, avoiding the kiss which she in all innocence proffered him. "Pretty child, Kathleen, uncommonly pretty," he continued as the door closed behind the graceful figure. "It strikes me, Con, your girls have all the good looks of the family in the younger generation, with the exception of Violet Aldham.
That young lady had been spending some weeks with Sir Reginald and Lady Aldham in Midlandshire, and had now accompanied them up to town. Lady Aldham's health was indifferent, confining her often for days together to the sofa and a darkened room.
Now we will have the exception that proves the rule. The man shall pay whatever remains of the debt. But we must not waste time. It is not late yet, we shall still find him up, and my brougham is here. I told Lady Aldham I should be home fairly early. Get a cloak Lady Constance and meet us in the hall. I suppose you can go down by some back way so as to avoid meeting people.
Gentlemen, I again thank you for the honor you have done me, and conclude by expressing the hope that the event may continue to be celebrated in the manner which its importance and interest merit." Mr. Aldham sat down amid great applause. In April, 1841, the cause came on for hearing in the Circuit Court, and was decided in favor of the will.
Aldham; a gentleman, I am happy to say, of my own hard-working profession, and a member of the English Parliament from the great city of Leeds. A traveller in the United States, in the most unostentatious manner, he has done us the honor, at the request of the Society, to be present to-night. I rise, Gentlemen, to propose his health.
I propose to you, Gentlemen, the health of Mr. Aldham. Mr. Aldham rose and said: "Mr.
You should only hit a man your own size. I told Helen de Vallorbes so. I'm very, very fond of her, but she ought to have spared him." She paused a moment. "All the same if I had not promised Lady Aldham to stay on as she's so poorly I should have gone out of town when I found the Calmadys had come up." "Oh! it goes as far as that, does it?" Ludovic murmured.
Quentin in the Park, watching the endless string of passing carriages and the brilliant crowd on foot. Sir Reginald Aldham had left his green chair placed on the far side of the young lady's and leaned on the railings talking to some acquaintance. "A gay maturity," Ludovic remarked with his air of patronage, indicating the elder gentleman's shapely back.
Simon himself, Honoria roamed the world fascinating yet never quite fascinated, enthusiastic yet evasive, seeking earnestly to live yet too self-centred as yet to be able to recognise in what, after all, consists the heart of living. She and Mr. Quayle had met at Aldham Revel during the past winter.