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Such an enjoyable prospect!" "We'll have two tables, or even three," said Lady Beaulyon; "I suppose most of us will play?" "Oh yes!" "Why of course!" "I should think so!" "Just what we're all longing for!" Such were the expressions of general delight and acceptance chorussed by the whole party. "You'll join, Lady Wicketts?"
"It IS funny, isn't it?" pursued Cicely "So unlike the Apostles!" Maryllia smiled. Lady Beaulyon laughed outright. "Are you trying to be satirical, you droll child?" she enquired languidly. "Oh no, I'm not trying," replied Cicely, with a quick flash of her dark eyes "It comes quite easy! You were talking about clergymen offending their patrons. Now Mr. Walden hasn't got any patron to offend.
She was standing before her dressing-table, singing softly to herself, while she dexterously fastened a tiny diamond arrow in her hair. "I suppose you're going to try and 'live good' down here!" went on Lady Beaulyon, after a pause "It's a mistake, no one born of human flesh and blood can do it. You can't 'live good' and enjoy yourself!" "No?" said Maryllia, tentatively. "No, certainly not!
But Maryllia kept her face hidden, listening in a kind of awe, as each 'Commandment' was, as it seemed, grandly and strenuously insisted upon by the clear voice that had no tone of hypocrisy in its whole scale. "Thou shalt NOT bear false witness against thy neighbour!" Lady Beaulyon forgot to droop her head in the usual studied way which she knew was so becoming to her, the NOT was so emphatic.
Lady Beaulyon, beautiful though she was, owed something to art; but Maryllia was nature's own untouched product, and everything about her exhaled freshness, sweetness, and radiant vitality. Roxmouth, entering 'most carefully upon his hour, namely at a quarter to eight o'clock, found her singularly attractive, more so, he thought, than he had ever before realised.
She interrupted him by a quick gesture "Eva Beaulyon is my friend, Mr. Walden!" "No not your friend!" he said steadily "Forgive me! You asked me to speak frankly. She is a friend to none except those of her own particular class and type " "To which I also belong," said Maryllia, with a sudden flash of returning rebellion "You know I do!"
He noted the quaint self-importance of Mrs. Tapple with a kindly amusement, not altogether unmixed with pain, he watched regretfully the attempts made by the young girls of his little parish to trick themselves out with cheap finery imported from the town of Riversford, in order to imitate in some fashion, no matter how far distant, the attire of Lady Beaulyon, whose dresses were a wonder, and whose creditors were legion, and he was sincerely sorry to see that even gentle and pretty Susie Prescott had taken to a new mode of doing her hair, which, though elaborate, did not suit her at all, and gave an almost bold look to an otherwise sweet and maidenly countenance.
The parson has nothing whatever to do with me, why, this is the first Sunday I have ever been to his church, you know I never go to church." Lady Beaulyon looked at her narrowly, unconvinced. "What have you left your aunt for?" she asked. "Simply because she wants me to marry Roxmouth, and I won't!" said Maryllia, emphatically. "Why not?"
Fred Vancourt, sat at luncheon in her sumptuously furnished house in Park Lane, and looked across the table at her husband, while he lazily sipped a glass of wine. "That ridiculous girl Maryllia has married her parson by this time I suppose," she said "Of course it's perfectly scandalous. Lady Beaulyon was quite disgusted when she heard of it such an alliance for a Vancourt! And Mr. and Mrs.
"It's all so lonely!" she murmured "I felt just a little dull before Eva Beaulyon and the others came, but it's ever so much duller with them than without them!" That afternoon, in compliance with a particularly pressing request from Mrs. Bludlip Courtenay, she accompanied a party of her guests to Badsworth, driving thither in Lord Charlemont's motor.
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