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But he had proposed to take her on the river after tea, and she had preferred a walk with Lord Cathedine. Since then He looked round him at the river and the hills. There was a flush of sunset through the air, and the blue of the river was interlaced with rosy or golden reflections from a sky piled with stormy cloud and aglow with every "visionary majesty" of light and colour.
"I don't think you will. You would find it wouldn't do. Anyway, Cathedine must be written to." "I shall do nothing of the kind!" she cried. "Then I shall write myself." She rose, quivering with passion, supporting herself on the arm of her chair. "If you do, I will find some way of punishing you for it. Oh, if I had never made myself miserable by marrying you!" Their eyes met.
During all the time that she had been flirting with Cathedine, and recklessly placing herself in his power by the favours she asked of him, she saw now, with a kind of amazement, that she had been thinking constantly of George, determined to impress him with her social success, to force him to admire her and think much of her. Cathedine? Had he any real attraction for her?
She stared at him defiantly, twisting and untwisting the ribbons of her blue dress. George reddened hotly. His personal pride in matters of social manners was one of his strongest characteristics. "Let me beg you, at any rate, to write and tell Lord Cathedine that we will not trouble him for any more of these kind offices.
And she threw a complacent glance at a mirror near, which showed her a gleam of white shoulders in a setting of flame-coloured tulle. "Well, you wouldn't wish to look good," said Cathedine, pulling his black moustache. "Any fool can do that!" "You cynic!" she said, laughing. "Come and talk to me over there. Have you got me my invitations?"
Harding Watton crossed the room when he saw his cousin, and took the corner of the sofa beside her. Letty received him graciously, though she was perhaps disappointed that it was not Lord Ancoats or Lord Cathedine. Looking round before she gave herself to conversation with him, she saw that George was standing near the open window with Lord Maxwell and Sir Philip Wentworth, the ex-Governor.
Then she quietly handed the mirror to the leader of the cotillon, rose, gathered up her white skirt a little, the music struck up joyously, and she and Lord Cathedine spun round the room together, followed by the rest of the dancers. George meanwhile found few people to talk to.
Meanwhile, as they drove towards Warwick Square Marcella's only thought was how to hand her over safe to her husband. A sense of agonised responsibility awoke in the elder woman at the thought of Cathedine. But no more emotion only common sense and gentleness. As they neared Warwick Square, Letty withdrew her hand.
Whereupon she sat down and wrote a line to Lord Cathedine to tell him that she and "Tully" would be at the Opera on the following night, and to beg him to make sure that she got her "cards for Clarence House." Moreover, she meant to make use of him to procure her a card for a very smart ball, the last of the season, which was coming off in a fortnight.
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