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"But how was I to know," Miss Wycliffe put in, "that the return of that sermon from the bottom of the barrel would coincide with the appearance of my new hat?" "It was just that lack of cooperation between you and your right reverend father which scandalised the congregation," Cardington commented. "It was a beautiful hat," she mused regretfully. "Every one admired it."
On the other hand, I am inclined to believe that his departure from the sphere of politics was the best thing that has happened to this country for many years." "There is no doubt," Lord Cardington declared, "that he was working hard to estrange France and England. Your letters, Sir Julien, made that remarkably evident." "'The good that men do lives after them," some one quoted, "also the evil.
Was she now to decline to the level of this fortune hunter, this crude young Westerner? As for Cardington, of course he loved her, too; but the bishop knew her too well to suppose that the professor would ever captivate her imagination.
For once she did not think at all of what effect she was making. She was not unconscious of the audience. She was acutely conscious of the presence of people, and of individuals whom she knew; of Fritz, of Lady Cardington, Sir Donald, even of poor, horrible Rupert Carey. But with the unusual consciousness was linked a strange indifference, a sense of complete detachment.
Lord Lynedoch lived to a great age, and it was from his house at Cardington, in Bedfordshire, that my brother Leicester married his first wife, Miss Whitbread, in 1843. That was the last time I saw him.
Cardington and the bishop were the chief talkers, and as the conversation presently turned to purely local affairs, of which Leigh had as yet scant knowledge, he was rather pleased than otherwise to become a listener and observer. In this divided attitude of mind his observation was chiefly engaged.
She looked up finally with a smile that seemed to indicate indifference, or the weary shelving of a long vexed question. "Perhaps you are right," she answered. "I 'm sure I don't presume to say." Cardington rose to his feet abruptly, and his glance seemed one of judgment upon her. "A scandalous proceeding!" he broke out. "This night's work was a scandalous proceeding."
And then, abruptly, as if someone came into the room and told her, she understood. "You love Sir Donald," she said. Lady Cardington looked up. Her tear-stained, distorted face seemed very old. "We both regret the same thing in the same way," she said. "We were both wretched in in the time when we ought to have been happy. I thought I had a ridiculous idea we might console each other.
"We might put some flaming hoops out in the street, so that the clown can turn a somersault through them as he passes by." The taunt was greeted by Cardington with something of excessive appreciation, and the bishop, softened by his success, threw back his head and smiled broadly at his daughter, regarding her through half-closed eyes.
"You are quite right, my dear," he replied gracefully, "and as I see that dinner is served, I will take this opportunity to dismount from my hobby for a little refreshment." "You must let me take this book with me when I go," Cardington begged, rising from its perusal with evident reluctance. "It must lie on Mrs. Parr's table for a month first," she replied.
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