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He was thinking of that afternoon in Gaston's bedroom, when his grandson had acted, before Lady Dargan and Cluny Vosse, Sir Gaston's scene with Buckingham. "Really, most mysterious, most unaccountable. But it's one of the virtues of having a descent. When it is most needed, it counts, it counts." "Against the half-breed mother!" Lady Belward added. "Quite so, against the was it Cree or Blackfoot?
They talked a little on unimportant things, and presently Lady Dargan said: "Pardon my asking, but will you tell me why you wore a red ribbon in your button-hole the first night you came?" He smiled, and then looked at her a little curiously. "My luggage had not come, and I wore an old suit of my father's." Lady Dargan sighed deeply.
Why, he has lived most of his life with savages!" "Vandyke might have painted the man," Lord Dargan had added. "Vandyke did paint him," had put in Delia Gasgoyne from behind her mother. "How do you mean, Delia?" Mrs. Gasgoyne had added, looking curiously at her. "His picture hangs in the dining-room."
What William Dargan, one of Ireland's truest patriots, said at the closing of the first Dublin Industrial Exhibition, may well be quoted now. "To tell the truth," he said, "I never heard the word independence mentioned that my own country and my own fellow townsmen did not occur to my mind.
Towards the end of the hunting season Captain Maudsley had an accident. It would prevent him riding to hounds again, and at his suggestion, backed by Lord Dunfolly and Lord Dargan, Gaston became Master of the Hounds. His grandfather and great-grandfather had been Master of the Hounds before him.
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.
There was, however, nothing to be done. He must wait. Two days later Lady Dargan called to inquire after him. He was lying in his study with a book, and Lady Belward sent to ask him if he would care to see her and Lord Dargan's nephew, Cluny Vosse. Lady Belward did not come; Sir William brought them.
But they stood it well, though their eyes were busy, and the talk was cheerfully mechanical. So occupied were they with Gaston's entrance, that they did not know how near Lady Dargan came to fainting.
The Queen replied, expressing her satisfaction that the worthy enterprise had been carried out in a spirit of energy and self- reliance, "with no pecuniary aid but that derived from the patriotic munificence of one of her subjects." That subject, Mr. Dargan, who had erected the exhibition building at his own expense, was present, and kissed hands amidst the cheers of the assembly.
They talked a little on unimportant things, and presently Lady Dargan said: "Pardon my asking, but will you tell me why you wore a red ribbon in your button-hole the first night you came?" He smiled, and then looked at her a little curiously. "My luggage had not come, and I wore an old suit of my father's." Lady Dargan sighed deeply.
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