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He might be undressing, but he was undressing in front of a fire. He knew that he uncovered himself to no icy blast or contemptuous rain, as he had felt when, so few days before, he had spoken of himself and what he was to his father. There was here the common land of music to build upon, whereas to Lord Ashbridge that same soil had been, so to speak, the territory of the enemy.
I know that I am your son, and I want to be dutiful, but I have my own individuality as well. That only recognises the authority of my own conscience." That seemed to Lord Ashbridge both tragic and ludicrous. Completely subservient himself to the conventions which he so much enjoyed, it was like the defiance of a child to say such things. He only just checked himself from laughing again.
And not only his sense of fitness was hereby fed, but that also of the station-master and the solitary porter and the newsboy, and such inhabitants of Ashbridge as happened to have strolled on to the platform. For he was THEIR Earl of Ashbridge, kind, courteous and dominant, a local king; it was all very pleasant.
It was true that Petsy was no more, having succumbed to a bilious attack of unusual severity, but a second Petsy had already taken her place, and Lady Ashbridge sat with him it was a gentleman Petsy this time in her lap as before, and occasionally shed a tear or two over Petsy II. in memory of Petsy I. But this did not seem to account for the wakening up of her mind and emotions into this state of depression and anxiety.
There was that in his eyes which none of the importations to Ashbridge had ever seen there, that eager deferential attention, which shows that a young man is interested because it is a girl he is talking to.
And again in this interval, as during the act itself, Michael was bombarded with questions. What did the Kaiser say? Did he remember Ashbridge? Did Michael twice receive the iron grip? Did the All-highest say anything about the manoeuvres? Did he look tired, or was it only the light above his head that made him appear so haggard? Even his opinion about the opera was of interest.
Then their walk brought them to the band of trees that separated the links from the house, from which Lady Ashbridge retreated, fearful, as she vaguely phrased it, "of being seen," and by whom there was no need for her to explain. Then across the field came a group of children scampering home from school.
He made a movement, grasping the arm of his chair, as if to wheel it closer, but he came actually no nearer her. "Why don't you go away, nurse?" said Lady Ashbridge, "and leave my son and me to talk about our nice day in the country?" Nurse Baker answered quite naturally. "I want to talk, too, my lady," she said. "I went with you and Lord Comber. We all enjoyed it together."
Lady Ashbridge gave a little sigh. "All gone, Petsy," she said. "I am glad it has all gone," said he, "and we will hope it won't return. But about Michael now!" Lady Ashbridge pulled herself together. "Yes, poor Michael!" she said. "He is coming to-night, is he not? But just now you were speaking of Francis, and the fear of his wanting to be a dentist!"
"And Michael mustn't hear what we say about him, must he, or he'll be getting conceited." Lady Ashbridge laughed. "And that would never do, would it?" she said, still retaining Sylvia's hand. Then a little dim ripple of compunction broke in her mind. "Michael," she said, "we are only joking about your getting conceited. Miss Falbe and I are only joking.
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