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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Your memory is very good, my dear," he said with encouragement. "And then we had a torchlight procession," she remarked. "Quite so. You remember it perfectly. And about his visit here, Michael. Did he talk about that?" "Yes, very warmly; also about our international relations." Lord Ashbridge gave a little giggle. "I must tell Barbara that," he said.
"Well, I shan't" said Michael. "But it would shock my father dreadfully if he knew. The Kaiser looks on him as the type and model of the English nobleman." Michael crunched one of the inimitable breakfast rusks in his teeth. "Lord, what a day we had when he was at Ashbridge last year," he said.
Barbara Jerome, as has been remarked, often annoyed her brother; she also genially laughed at him; but Lord Ashbridge, partly from affection, partly from a loyal family sense of clanship, always expected his sister to spend a fortnight with him in August, and would have been much hurt had she refused to do so.
Plain without doubt he was, and of heavy and ungainly build; but his belief in the finality of his uncouthness was morbid and imaginary, and half his inability to get on with his fellows, no less than with the maidens who were brought down in single file to Ashbridge, was due to this.
I don't know who invented hats, but I wish he hadn't." Lady Ashbridge looked at her masses of bright hair, and could not help telegraphing a note of admiration, as it were, to Michael. "Now, that's more comfortable," she said. "You look as if you weren't going away next minute. When I like to see people, I hate their going away.
"So there's another reason to complain of the irony of fate," he said. "I don't want to marry anybody, and God knows nobody wants to marry me. But, then, it's my duty to become the father of another Lord Ashbridge, as if there had not been enough of them already, and his mother must be a certain kind of girl, with whom I have nothing in common.
It conveyed the sense that at this joyful season a truce, probably limited in duration, and, even while it lasted, of the nature of a strongly-armed neutrality, was proclaimed, but the prospect was not wholly encouraging, for Lady Ashbridge added that she hoped Michael would not "go on" vexing his father.
"I was only indulging in badinage until lunch was ready." Michael could not make up his mind to tell his cousin what had happened; but he was aware of having spoken more strongly than the situation, as Francis knew of it, justified. "Let's have lunch, then," he said. "We shall be better after lunch, as one's nurse used to say. And are you coming to Ashbridge, Francis?"
I only wish he wasn't a German. Can't you get him to naturalise himself and his sister?" "You wouldn't ask that if you had seen him in Munich," said Michael. "I suppose not. Patriotism is such a degrading emotion when it is not English." Michael's "Variations" came some half-way down the programme next evening, and as the moment for them approached, Lady Ashbridge got more and more excited.
Once, when owing to some small physical disturbance, Lady Ashbridge had gone to bed early on a Sunday evening, he had gone to one of the Falbes' weekly parties, and had tried to fling himself with enjoyment into the friendly welcoming atmosphere.
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