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He could make no reply to this because the Duchess called him away to give some account to Lady Chiltern about Goarly and the U.R.U., Lady Chiltern's husband being a master of hounds and a great authority on all matters relating to hunting. "Nasty old dragon!" Arabella said to herself when she was thus left alone.
Those were Chiltern's words to me as he hurried off after luncheon, and here we were in the great hall, but there was no Chiltern, which was vexatious. True, it was half-past four, and he is such a stickler for what he calls punctuality, and has no sympathy with those delays which are inseparable from going out in a new bonnet. One of the strings but there, what does it matter?
"Hugh has such a faculty," complained Mr. Grainger, "of turning up at the wrong moment!" Dinner was announced. She took Chiltern's arm, and they fell into file behind a lady in yellow, with a long train, who looked at her rather hard. It was Mrs. Freddy Maitland. Her glance shifted to Chiltern, and it seemed to Honora that she started a little.
That does not matter, And my best friend here in London is Lord Chiltern's own sister." "She knew of your attachment?" "Oh, yes." "And she told you of Miss Effingham's engagement. Was she glad of it?" "She has always desired the marriage. And yet I think she would have been satisfied had it been otherwise. But of course her heart must be with her brother.
He had taken a fox from Impington right across to Hogsborough, which, as every one knows, is just on the borders of the U.R.U., had then run him for five miles into Lord Chiltern's country, and had killed him in the centre of the Brake Hunt, after an hour and a half, almost without a check. "It was one of those straight things that one doesn't often see now-a-days," said Glomax.
I thought this was one of Chiltern's stupid practical jokes, and being a little cross through his having kept us waiting for such an unconscionable long time, was saying something to him when the smiling and obliging attendant said, "Hush-sh-sh!" and pointed to a placard on which was printed, like a spelling lesson, the impertinent injunction "Silence is requested." There was no doubt about it.
"And yet I believe you love him," Lady Laura said to her friend in her anger, when they discussed the matter immediately on Lord Chiltern's departure. "You have no right to say that, Laura." "I have a right to my belief, and I do believe it. I think you love him, and that you lack the courage to risk yourself in trying to save him." "Is a woman bound to marry a man if she love him?"
There was a reason why Chiltern's letters had not arrived, and great were Honora's self-reproach and penitence. With a party of Englishmen he had gone up into the interior of a Central American country to visit some famous ruins. He sent her photographs of them, and of the Englishmen, and of himself. Yes, he had seen the newspapers.
And there were messages taken from Violet to the man in bandages, some of which lost nothing in the carrying. Once Lady Laura tried to make Violet think that it would be right, or rather not wrong, that they two should go together to Lord Chiltern's rooms. "And would you have me tell my aunt, or would you have me not tell her?" Violet asked.
Love such as hers can even summon genius to its aid, and she took fire herself at the thought of a book worthy of that love, of a book though signed by him that would redeem them, and bring a scoffing world to its knees in praise. She spent hours in the big library preparing for Chiltern's coming, with volumes in her lap and a note-book by her side.
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