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Lady Clanroyden, with an unwilling sense of duty, devoted herself to Mrs. Andrews. That simpering matron fell into a vein of confidences and in five brief minutes had laid bare her heart. Then came the narrative of her recent visit to the Marshams, and the inevitable mention of the Hestons. "Oh, you know the Hestons?" said Lady Clanroyden, brightening. "Very well indeed."
If you will consult the Peerage you will find that to Edward Cospatrick, fifteenth Baron Clanroyden, there was born in the year 1882, as his second son, Ludovick Gustavus Arbuthnot, commonly called the Honourable, etc. The said son was educated at Eton and New College, Oxford, was a captain in the Tweeddale Yeomanry, and served for some years as honorary attache at various embassies.
The hostess for the time was an aunt of Lewis's, a certain Mrs. George's sister, Lady Clanroyden, a tall, handsome girl in a white frock, was arranging flowers in a bowl, and on the sill of the open window two men were basking in the sun. From the inner drawing-room there came an echo of voices and laughter.
"He has the real distinction, dear," she cried, "which you can never mistake. It only belongs to old blood and it is quite inimitable. His friends are so charming, too, and you can always tell a man by his people. It is so pleasant to fall in with old acquaintances again. That dear Lady Clanroyden promised to come over soon. I quite long to see her, for I feel as if I had known her for ages."
"No, he has had to go to Gledsmuir. We are all idle this afternoon, but he has a landowner's responsibilities." "Have his family been here long? I seem never to have heard the name." Lady Clanroyden looked a little surprised. "Yes, they have been rather a while. I forget how many centuries, but a good many.
"Then the hearts of the people have a funny way of revealing themselves," Lady Clanroyden laughed. "I'm not at all sorry that Lewie was beaten. He is the best man in the world, but one wants to shake him up. His motto is 'Thole, and he gets too few opportunities of 'tholing." "You all call him 'Lewie," commented the lady. "How popular he must be!" Mabel Clanroyden laughed.
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