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But she too was aware of the tall girl in white on the neighbouring deck, and she turned enquiringly to Falloden. "Do you know who she is?" "The Risboroughs' daughter Lady Constance Bledlow." Mrs. Manson's eyebrows went up. "Indeed! Of course I knew her parents intimately! Where is she staying?" Falloden briefly explained. "But how very interesting! I must call upon her at once.
Falloden had long since looked at her. He turned carelessly to his mother. "There's Meyrick, mother, on that barge in front. You know you're dining with him to-night in Christ Church. And that's Constance Bledlow beside him, to whom I asked you to write." "Oh, is it? A good-looking girl," said his mother approvingly. "And who is that man beside her, with the extraordinary hair?
The mere prospect of seeing Constance Bledlow provoked in him a dumb and troubled excitement. Under its impulse he left the library, and began to walk aimlessly through the dreary and deserted house, for the mere sake of movement.
A striking figure of a youth! Golden hair, of a wonderful ruddy shade, and a clear pale face; powerfully though clumsily made; and with a shy and sensitive expression. The Master turned to enquire of a Christ Church don who had come up to speak to him. "Who is that young man with a halo like the 'Blessed Damosel'?" "Talking to Lady Constance Bledlow? Oh, don't you know?
Her face seemed to him to have grown harder and plainer, her smile more brazen since their Oxford meeting. But she filled up time agreeably till the quadrille was ready. She helped him to pin on the small rosette made of the Tamworth colours which marked all the dancers in the royal quadrille, and she told him that Constance Bledlow was to dance it with the Tamworths' eldest son, Lord Bletchley.
Well, it was all over! no good thinking about it. He confessed to himself that his whole relation to Constance Bledlow had been one blunder from beginning to end. His own arrogance and self-confidence with regard to her, appeared to him, as he looked back upon them, not so much a fault as an absurdity. In all his dealings with her he had been a conceited fool, and he had lost her.
"Not at all! But I wish to develop my muscles. That's why I do Swedish exercises every morning. It's ridiculous how flabby girls are. There isn't a girl in my lecture I can't put down. If you like, I'll teach you my exercises," said Nora, her mouth full of tea-cake, and her expression half friendly, half patronising. Connie Bledlow did not immediately reply.
"Isn't she pretty! Connie Bledlow?" said Lady Alice enthusiastically. "She's having a great success. Of course other people are much handsomer, but there's something " Yes, there was something! and something which, like an exquisite fluttering bird, had just escaped from Douglas Falloden, and would now, he supposed, forever escape him.
Then vehemently shaking off his thought he rose and went to her. "Dear didn't Duggy want you to ask somebody for the shoot? I thought I heard him mention somebody? "That was ages ago. He doesn't want anybody asked now," said Lady Laura resentfully. "He can't understand why you want a party." "I thought he said something about Lady Constance Bledlow?" "That was in June!" cried Lady Laura.
It was to her credit that her maternal feeling, which was her only passion, was more irritated by this sudden stream of invitations than her vanity was tickled. What was there indeed to tickle anybody's vanity in the situation? It was all Constance Constance Constance! Mrs. Hooper was sometimes sick of the very name "Lady Constance Bledlow," It had begun to get on her nerves.
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