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Francis Barold would permit his pleasure to be interfered with, even by the son of the Marquis of Lauderdale." But she glared at Barold as he passed, and beckoned to him. "Where is Lucia?" she demanded. "I saw her with Burmistone half an hour ago," he answered coldly. "Have you any message for my mother? I shall return to London to-morrow, leaving here early." She turned quite pale.
"I have been walking in Slowbridge, grandmamma," she said, "and I met Mr. Burmistone, who told me that Miss Bassett has a visitor a young lady from America." Lady Theobald laid her knife and fork down deliberately. "Mr. Burmistone?" she said. "Did I understand you to say that you stopped on the roadside to converse with Mr. Burmistone?" Lucia colored up to her delicate eyebrows and above them.
"I stand rather in awe of Lady Theobald, as any ordinary man would," he had said dryly to Barold, on their return to his house. "But my awe of her is not so great yet that I shall allow it to interfere with any of my plans." "Have you any especial plan?" inquired Barold carelessly, after a pause. "Yes," answered Mr. Burmistone, "several. I should like to go to Oldclough rather often."
The ladies had all just risen from their seats with a gentle rustle, and Lady Theobald was moving forward to marshal her procession into the dining-room, when Dobson appeared at the door again. "Mr. Barold, my lady," he said, "and Mr. Burmistone." Everybody glanced first at the door, and then at Lady Theobald. Mr.
I have often wished I had been clever." "If you had been a boy," replied Mr. Burmistone rather grimly, "and had squandered her money, and run into debt, and bullied her, you would have been her idol, and she would have pinched and starved herself to supply your highness's extravagance." When the garden-party rumor began to take definite form, and there was no doubt as to Mr.
He is an Oxford man, and came off with honors: he is quite a well-born man, and gives this entertainment in honor of his friend and relation, Lord Lansdowne." "Lord Lansdowne!" echoed her ladyship, sternly. "Son of the Marquis of Lauderdale, whose wife was Lady Honora Erroll." "Did Mr. Burmistone give you this information?" asked Lady Theobald with ironic calmness. Mrs.
"I was trying to reach a flower growing on the bank," she said, "and he was so kind as to stop to get it for me. I did not know he was near at first. And then he inquired how you were and told me he had just heard about the young lady." "Naturally!" remarked her ladyship sardonically. "It is as I anticipated it would be. We shall find Mr. Burmistone at our elbows upon all occasions.
She stood before her, arranging the manacles on her wrists nervously. "I begin to understand now," she said. "I find I was mistaken in my impressions of Mr. Dugald Binnie's tastes and in my impressions of you. You are to marry Mr. Burmistone. My rule is over. Permit me to congratulate you." The tears rose to Lucia's eyes.
There was a slight pause before he finished, adding quietly, "He's not the man to submit to being refused Burmistone."
Barold flashed a little, and took his cigar from his mouth to knock off the ashes. "A man is not necessarily a snob," he said, "because he is cool enough not to lose his head where a woman is concerned. You can't marry a woman who will make mistakes, and attract universal attention by her conduct." "Has it struck you that Octavia Bassett would?" inquired Burmistone.
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