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"Oh! we are all mysteries for Lady Kent." But Letty noticed that his eyes strayed back to Lord Ancoats, and then again to Lady Madeleine. He seemed to be observing them, and Letty's sharpness at once took the hint. No doubt the handsome, large-featured girl was here to be "looked at." Probably a good many maidens would be passed in review before this young Sultan made his choice!
"Oh! my dear," cried Marcella, under her breath, "Ancoats and Madeleine had an explanation in his room. He told her everything that child! She went to Mrs. Allison he asked her to! Then the maid came for me in terror. It has been a heart-attack she has often had them. She is rather better. But do let everybody go!" and she wrung her hands. "Maxwell and I must stay and see what can be done."
Poor thing! poor mothers!" She raised her white hand, and let it fall upon her knee with one of the free, instinctive gestures that made her beauty so expressive. But George would not yield himself to her feeling. "Ancoats will get through it somehow as other men do," he said stubbornly, "and she must get through it too and not break her heart." Marcella was silent.
After dinner on Sunday night Ancoats, who had been particularly silent and irritable at table, suddenly proposed to show his guests the house. Accordingly, he led them through its famous rooms and corridors, turned on the electric light to show the pictures, and acted cicerone to the china and the books.
Harding Watton crossed the room when he saw his cousin, and took the corner of the sofa beside her. Letty received him graciously, though she was perhaps disappointed that it was not Lord Ancoats or Lord Cathedine. Looking round before she gave herself to conversation with him, she saw that George was standing near the open window with Lord Maxwell and Sir Philip Wentworth, the ex-Governor.
He carried his companion quickly on, till they found themselves in a wilderness of walled gardens opening one into another, each, as it seemed, more miraculously ordered and more abundantly stocked than its neighbour. "I wonder you know your way," laughed Letty. "And who can possibly consume all this?" "I haven't an idea," said Ancoats, abruptly, as he opened the door of the tenth vinery.
Something of this it was that passed vaguely through Dora's mind as she sat listening to David's further talk about his Ancoats scheme; and at last, influenced, perhaps, by a half-conscious realisation of her demur it was only that he let it drop. 'What is that book? he said, his quick eye detecting the little paper-covered volume on Lucy's table. And, stepping forward, he took it up.
One can't buy her off, of course. Ancoats is his own master, and could outbid us. But Maxwell has found a brother a decent sort of fellow a country solicitor. And there is a Ritualist curate, a Father somebody," Fontenoy raised his shoulders, "who seems to have an intermittent hold on the girl. When she has fits of virtue she goes to confess to him. Maxwell has got hold of him."
His face, as middle life was beginning to shape it with its subtle and sensitive beauty was at once the index of his strength and his limitations. He and Dora stood talking a while about certain public schemes that were in progress for the bettering of Ancoats. Then he said with sudden emphasis: 'Ah! if one could but jump a hundred years and see what England will be like!
But she had once been passionately in love with him, and, as she said, he had been on the whole kind to the boy. 'Where is he? said Dora. 'At Mr. Whitelaw's yard, Edgell Street, Great Ancoats. They had just entered the broad Infirmary Square. Dora, looking round her in perplexity, suddenly saw coming towards them the tall figure of David Grieve.
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