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LORD TOMMY is proud That to CHARTY he vowed The graces and gifts of a true man. And proud are the friends Of ALFRED, who blends The athlete, the hero, the woman! From the Gosford preserves Old ST. JOHN deserves Great praise for a bag such as HILDA; True worth she esteemed, Overpowering he deemed The subtle enchantment that filled her.
Charty having twisted her knee the day after we arrived, this enabled me to ride the horse on which Peter was to have mounted her; and full of spirits we all went off to the meet of the Bicester hounds. I had hardly spoken three words to my benefactor, but Ribblesdale had rather unwisely told him that I was the best rider to hounds in England.
"The next day a telegram arrived saying: "'Laura confined a boy both doing well. "We sent back a message saying: "'Hurrah and blessing! On Sunday we received a letter from Charty saying Laura was very ill and another on Monday telling us to go to London. I was in a state of acute anxiety and said to the doctor I must go and see Laura immediately, but he would not hear of it: "'Impossible!
It was Alfred and I passed on. I saw the silhouette of a woman through the open door of Laura's room; this was Charty. We held each other close to our hearts... her face felt hot and her eyes were heavy. "'Don't look at her to-night, sweet. She is unconscious, she said.
She fell between two stools in her youth, because Charty and Posie were of an age to be companions and Laura and I; consequently she did not enjoy the happy childhood that we did and was mishandled by the authorities both in the nursery and the schoolroom. When I was thirteen she made a foolish engagement, so that our real intimacy only began after her marriage.
He had been introduced to my sister Charty at a ball in London, when he was twenty-one and she eighteen. A brother-officer of his in the Rifle Brigade, seeing them waltzing together, asked him if she was his sister, to which he answered: "No, thank God!"
The Scottish Sabbath still held its own in my youth; and when I heard that Ribblesdale and Charty played lawn tennis on Sunday after they were married, I felt very unhappy.
Charty sat with her hands clasped; a single candle behind her head transfigured her lovely hair into a halo. Suddenly Laura opened her eyes and, turning them slowly on Charty, said: "'You are HEAVENLY! . . . "A long pause, and then while we were all three drawing near her bed we heard her say: "'I think God has forgotten me.
"I found myself in the street, Arthur Balfour holding one of my arms and Spencer Lyttelton the other. They took me to 40 Grosvenor Square. I went to bed and early next morning I went across to Upper Brook Street. The servant looked happy: "'She's better, miss, and she's conscious. "I flew upstairs, and Charty met me in her dressing-gown.
Since three days past does the indolent I bury Myself in the British Museum Lib'ary, Trying in writing to get in my hand a bit, And reading Dutch books that I don't understand a bit: But to-day Lady Charty and sweet Mrs. Lucy em- Broidered the dusk of the British Museum, And made me so happy by talking and laughing on That I loved them more than the frieze of the Parthenon.
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