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She had heard remarkable things of the democratic customs of America. It was painful not to be able to ask questions. "The lady in the carriage was the Countess of Dunholm," she said rather grandly. "They are going to the Court to call on Miss Vanderpoel." "Then Miss Vanderpoel's there yet. That's all right. Thank you, ma'am," and lifting his cap again he turned into the little public house.
That rich, they say, as millions won't cover it." "They won't," grimly. "Lord Dunholm and Lady Alanby of Dole kindly sent cheques to help us, but the American young lady was first on the field. She sent both doctors and nurses, and has supplied us with food and medicine every day. As you say, Mrs. Brown, God Almighty knows what would have become of us, but for what she has done." Mrs.
"And go to America," said Betty. "He could have avoided doing that but he cannot be called to account for his relations. If that is all the prejudice is NOT just." "No, it is not," said Lord Dunholm, "and one feels rather awkward at having shared it. You have set me thinking again, Miss Vanderpoel."
Dunholm was the possession of a man who stood for all that was first and highest in the land, dignity, learning, exalted character, generosity, honour. He and the late Lord Mount Dunstan had been born in the same year, and had succeeded to their titles almost at the same time. There had arrived a period when they had ceased to know each other.
It appears that he has been looking into things seriously. Modern as he is, he rather tilts at injustices, in a quiet way. He has satisfactorily convinced himself that Lord Mount Dunstan has been suffering for the sins of the fathers which must be annoying." "Is Lord Dunholm quite sure of that?" put in Sir Nigel, with a suggestively civil air. Old Lady Alanby gave him an unencouraging look.
Lord Dunholm and his eldest son, Lord Westholt, sauntered together smoking their after-dinner cigars on the broad-turfed terrace overlooking park and gardens which seemed to sweep without boundary line into the purplish land beyond.
The change suggested magic. The magic which had been used, Lord Dunholm reflected, was the simplest and most powerful on earth. Given surroundings, combined with a gift for knowing values of form and colour, if you have the power to spend thousands of guineas on tiger skins, Oriental rugs, and other beauties, barrenness is easily transformed.
At times it appeared to her that he was in a state of unrest that he was as a man wavering between lines of action, swayed at one moment by one thought, at another by an idea quite different, and that he was harried because he could not hold his own with himself. This was true. The ball at Dunholm Castle had been enlightening, and had wrought some changes in his points of view.
"I suppose you know what this means," he said at last to Rosalie, who was alone with him. "It means that we are invited to Dunholm Castle for the ball, doesn't it?" Her husband tossed the card aside on the table. "It means that Betty will be invited to every house where there is a son who must be disposed of profitably. "She is invited because she is beautiful and clever.
A man as prompt in action, and as faithful to such responsibilities as many men might have found plausible reasons enough for shirking, inevitably assumed a certain dignity of aspect, when all was said and done. Lord Dunholm was most clear in his expressions of opinion concerning him.
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