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Soon, however, a warning glance from his wife brought him back and saved Lady Dargan from collapse; for it seemed impossible to talk alone to this ghost of her past. At this moment Gaston heard a voice near: "As like as if he'd stepped out of the picture, if it weren't for the clothes. A Gaston too!" The speaker was Lord Dargan. He was talking to Archdeacon Varcoe.
Lady Dargan could make no effort of memory, but she replied without hesitation or conscience: "Yellow and brown." "There," said Mrs. Gasgoyne, "we are both wrong, Captain Maudsley. Sophie never makes a mistake." Maudsley assented politely, but, stealing a look at Lady Dargan, wondered what the little by-play meant. Gaston was between Sir William and Mrs. Gasgoyne.
Besides, as she said to herself, to what good now? But she asked him to tell her something about his father. He did so quietly, picking out main incidents, and setting them forth, as he had the ability, with quiet dramatic strength. He had just finished when Delia Gasgoyne came up with Lord Dargan.
"Perhaps we think you may have trouble because of your uncle Ian." Gaston shook his head enigmatically, and then said ironically: "As they would put it in the North, Lady Dargan, he'll cut no figure in that matter. I remember for two." "That is right that is right. Always think that Ian Belward is bad bad at heart. He is as fascinating as " "As the Snake?" " as the Snake, and as cruel!
The Queen and the Prince afterwards made the circuit of the whole place, specially commending the Irish manufactures of lace, poplin, and pottery. In, the afternoon her Majesty and Prince Albert, to the high gratification of the citizens of Dublin, drove out through pouring rain to Mount Annville, the house of Mr. Dargan, saw its beautiful grounds, and conversed with the host and hostess.
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."
Then there came a striking silence, for Gaston paused. He looked towards the Ladies Gallery. As if in a dream for his brain was working with clear, painful power he saw, not Delia nor her mother, nor Lady Dargan, but Alice Wingfield! He had a sting, a rush in his blood.
"Sophie, when you talk with the man, remember that you are near fifty, and faded. Don't be sentimental." So said Mrs. Gasgoyne to Lady Dargan, as they saw Gaston coming down the ballroom with Captain Maudsley. "Reine, you try one's patience. People would say you were not quite disinterested." "You mean Delia! Now, listen.
He came to her now with a smile, greeted her heartily, and then turned to Lady Dargan. Captain Maudsley carried off Mrs. Gasgoyne, and the two were left together the second time since the evening of Gaston's arrival, so many months before. Lady Dargan had been abroad, and was just returned.
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.
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