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George and she had already met since the day when he had gone off to Paris in search of Ancoats. The telegram sent to him by Marcella on the night of his mother's violent illness had, indeed, been recalled next day. Lady Tressady, following the idiosyncrasies of her disease, sprang from death to life and life of the sprightliest kind in the course of a few hours.
"What do you think? Is it a passion ?" "Or a pose?" George pondered. "H'm," he said at last "more of a pose, I think, than a passion. Ancoats always seems to me the jeune premier in his own play. He sees his life in scenes, and plays them according to all the rules." "Intolerable!" said Fontenoy, in exasperation. "And at least he might refrain from dragging a girl into it!
But sometimes when Marcella stood beside her, unconscious, talking pleasantly of London folk or Ancoats, or trying to inform herself as to Letty's life at Ferth, a half-desolate intuition would flash across the younger woman of what it might be to be admitted to the intimate friendship of such a nature, to feel those long, slender arms pressed about her once more, not in pity or remonstrance, as of one trying to exorcise an evil spirit, but in mere love, as of one asking as well as giving.
'Perhaps if you were to go right in and see what he's doing, you wouldn't mind it so much. You might get to like it. He doesn't want to keep everything to himself he wants to share with those that need. If there were a good many others like that, perhaps there'd be fewer awful things happening down at Ancoats. A sigh rose to her lips. Her beautiful eyes grew sad.
Fontenoy, too, frowned as he looked across at Ancoats, who was leaning against the wall in an affected pose, and quoting bits from a new play to George Tressady. After a pause, he said: "I think if I were you I should cultivate Tressady. Ancoats likes him. It might be possible some time for you to work through him."
It occurred to us that if Maxwell went to him to Sir George and asked him to do us and her this great kindness of going to Ancoats and trying to bring him back to his mother, it would put everything on a different footing. Maxwell would get to know him, as I had got to know him. One would find a way to silence the foolish, unjust things that have been said I suppose I don't know "
For the young man's face at once assumed a lowering expression, and, walking up to Lady Tressady, whom as yet he had noticed no more than civility required, he asked whether she would like to see the "houses" and the rose-garden. Letty, delighted by the attention, said Yes in her gayest way, and Ancoats at once led her off. He walked quickly, and their figures soon disappeared among the trees.
So that when her cards, those of her son Lord Ancoats, and a little accompanying note in thin French handwriting Mrs. Allison had been brought up in Paris arrived, Letty had a start of pleasure. "To meet a few friends of mine" that meant, of course, one of the parties. She supposed it was Lord Fontenoy's doing. He was said to ask whom he would to Castle Luton.
Allison was Mrs. Allison. "Can he marry her?" said Betty, quickly. "Thank Heaven! no. There is a husband somewhere in Chili. So that it doesn't seem to be a question of driving Mrs. Allison out of Castle Luton. But well, between ourselves, it would be a pity to give Ancoats so fine a chance of going to the bad, as he'll get, if this young woman lays hold of him. He mightn't recover it."
But they are not, and that is all I can say about it. Why give reasons for our preferences? How often have our preferences any reason? Others may make magic with Ostend, Biarritz, or Ancoats; and they are just as lucky as the man who obtains the spell by looking at the Dry Tortugas on the map. When I set out from Newport on this voyage, I did not expect to see Tripoli of Barbary.
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