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"Getting up," she answered. "He did not go to bed until after five, Perkins tells me. He brought some one home with him from Dorchester's reception, or some one he picked up afterwards, and they seem to have sat up talking all night." Borrowdean was interested. "You have no idea who it was, I suppose?" he asked. She shook her head. "None at all. Perkins had never seen him before.
"Her methods," Borrowdean continued, "did not commend themselves to us, but beggars must not be choosers. Besides, the Duchess was in love with her own scheme. Such objections as we made were at once overruled." He paused, but Mannering said nothing. He was still looking out of the window, though his eyes saw nothing of the street below, or the great club buildings opposite.
In any case, I do not think that your story would prevent her marrying him." "Then all I can say is that she is a woman with a very queer sense of right and wrong," Mrs. Phillimore declared, angrily. Borrowdean smiled. "A woman," he said, "who is fond of a man is apt to have her judgment a little warped. The Duchess is a woman of fine perceptions and sound judgment.
A single session, a single year of office, and the thing would be done. We who do the mechanical work would see that there was no breaking away again. But we must have that year, we must have Mannering. That is why I watch him like a child, and I must say that he has given me a good deal of anxiety lately." "In what way?" she asked. Borrowdean hesitated. He seemed uncertain how to answer.
She seemed scarcely to have heard the conclusion of his sentence. Her attention was fixed upon a group of men who were talking near. "Do you know isn't that Major Bristow?" she asked Borrowdean, abruptly. Borrowdean put up his glass. "Looks like him," he admitted. "I should be so much obliged," she said, "if you would tell him that I wish to see him.
The monotony here is enough to drive even a dull person like myself mad. To choose such a life, actually to choose it, is insanity!" Borrowdean raised his head. He had heard the click of the garden gate. "They are coming," he said. "I wish you would talk to your uncle like this." "I only wish," she answered, passionately, "that I could make him feel as I do."
"Success then would be bought too dearly," Borrowdean answered, with a gallantry which it cost him a good deal to assume. "May I pass on, Duchess, in connexion with this matter, to ask you a somewhat more personal question?" "I think," Berenice said, calmly, "that I can spare you the necessity. You were going to speak, I believe, of the engagement between Lawrence Mannering and myself."
"I came up this afternoon," Mannering answered. "I heard that you were likely to be here, and as Lady Herrington had been kind enough to send me a card I came on." Lord Redford nodded. "Borrowdean and Anstruther are here too," he remarked. "We all felt in need of diversion. As you know very well, we're in a tight corner." Berenice came out from her place.
"I should not have ventured to intrude upon you," Borrowdean said, quickly, "if the circumstances had not been altogether exceptional. I know your habits too well. I have just come from Mannering." "From Mannering yes!" "Duchess," Borrowdean said, "have you forgive a blunt question but have you any influence over him?" Berenice was silent for several moments.
You can walk here for miles and miles in the open, and the wind is like God's own music. Borrowdean, I am going to say things to you which one says but once or twice in his life. I came to this country a soured man, cynical, a pessimist, a materialist by training and environment.
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