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He spoke half-musingly and with a little unconscious irony, and the boy, vaguely knowing that there was a cross-current somewhere, drifted. "No, of course not; he can have fun enough without them, can't he?" Lady Dargan here soothingly broke in, inquiring about Gaston's illness, and showing a tactful concern.
The lad's greeting was a little shy until he saw that Gaston was cool and composed as usual in effect, nothing had happened. Cluny was delighted, and opened his mind: "They'd kicked up a deuce of a row in the papers, and there'd been no end of talk; but he didn't see what all the babble was about, and he'd said so again and again to Lady Dargan." "And Lady Dargan, Cluny?" asked Gaston quietly.
Promise me." "I cannot promise, Lady Dargan," he answered, "for such trouble as I have had before I have had to bear alone, and the habit is fixed, I fear. Still, I am grateful to you just the same, and I shall never forget it. But will you tell me why people regard me from so tragical a stand-point?" "Do they?" "Well, there's yourself, and there's Mrs. Gasgoyne, and there's my uncle Ian."
It was my first introduction to Ballinasloe. This saloon merits a word or two. It was built in the year 1844, was originally the property of William Dargan, the well-known contractor and the promoter of the Dublin Exhibition of 1853, whose statue adorns the grounds that front the Irish National Gallery. Thus, in 1891, it was nearly 50 years' old and was handsome still.
Presently Lord Dargan asked Gaston if he would bring Lady Dargan to the other end of the room, where Miss Gasgoyne was to join her mother. As they went, Lady Dargan said a little breathlessly: "Will you do something for me?" "I would do much for you," was his reply, for he understood! "If ever you need a friend, if ever you are in trouble, will you let me know? I wish to take an interest in you.
Gaston now turned to his grandfather, who had heard a sentence here and there, and felt that the young man carried off the situation well enough. He then began to talk in a general way about Gaston's voyage, of the Hudson's Bay Company, and expeditions to the Arctic, drawing Lady Dargan into the conversation. Whatever might be said of Sir William Belward he was an excellent host.
Here Gaston, who had in a kind of dream acted the whole scene, swayed with faintness, and Cluny caught him, saving him from a fall. Cluny's colour was all gone. Lady Dargan had sat dazed, and Sir William's face was anxious, puzzled. A few hours later Sir William was alone with Gaston, who was recovered and cool.
When Lady Dargan saw the ribbon, which Gaston in his hurry had not disturbed, tied exactly as she had tied it, a weird feeling came to her, and she felt choking. But her sister's eyes were on her, and Mrs. Gasgoyne's voice came across the table clearly: "Sophie, what were Fred Bideford's colours at Sandown? You always remember that kind of thing." The warning was sufficient.
It occupies the upper floors of a stately and handsome building in Merrion Square, in front of which stands a statue of the founder, Mr. William Dargan, who defrayed all the expenses of the Dublin Exhibition in 1853, and declined all the honours offered to him in recognition of his public spirited liberality, save a visit paid to his wife by Queen Victoria. The collection now under Mr.
Did you see the boots and the sash? Why, bless me, if you are not shaking! Don't be silly shivering at the thought of Robert Belward after all these years." So saying, Mrs. Warren Gasgoyne tapped Lady Dargan on the arm, and then turned sharply to see if her daughters had been listening.
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