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Updated: June 18, 2025
She says Lord Dunholm thanks you, because you said something illuminating. That was the word she used 'illuminating. I believe you are always illuminating, Betty." Mount Dunstan was certainly coming to them. How broad his shoulders looked in his close-fitting black coat, how well built his whole strong body was, and how steadily he held his eyes!
Look at her as she stands there talking to Tommy and Lord Dunholm!" Internally Mount Dunstan was saying: "I am looking at her, thank you," and setting his teeth a little. But Lady Mary was launched upon a subject which swept her along with it, and she so to speak ground the thing in. "Look at the turn of her head!
She spoke of the closed windows and the state of the gardens of broken fountains and fallen arches. She evidently deplored the deterioration of things which represented capital. She has inventoried Dunholm, no doubt. That will give Westholt a chance. But she will do nothing until after her next year's season in London that I'd swear. I look forward to next year. It will be worth watching.
Once, when he had been leaning towards her with an audaciously tender manner, they had been passed by the Dunholm carriage, and Lady Dunholm and the friend driving with her had evidently tried not to look surprised. Lady Alanby, meeting them in the same way at another time, had put up her glasses and stared in open disapproval.
He expressed something of the kind to Lord Dunholm, who stood near him in attendance. To herself Betty was saying: "That was a strange thing he asked me. It is curious that we say so little. I should never know much about him. I have no intelligence where he is concerned only a strong, stupid feeling, which is not like a feeling of my own.
Lord Dunholm sometimes laughed with unfeigned delight, and sometimes the two seemed to talk of grave things. "Such occasions as these are a sort of yearly taking of the social census of the county," Lord Dunholm explained. "One invites ALL one's neighbours and is invited again. It is a friendly duty one owes." "I do not see Lord Mount Dunstan," Betty answered. "Is he here?"
He could not love them so much and not be able to take care of them." And as she looked at him in frank appeal for sympathy, Lord Dunholm felt that for the moment she looked like a tall, queenly child. But pleased as he was, he presently gave up his place at her side to Westholt. He must not be a selfish old fellow and monopolise her. He hoped they would see each other often, he said charmingly.
G. Selden, through the capricious intervention of Fate, if he had not "got next" to Reuben S. Vanderpoel himself, had most undisputably "got next" to his favourite daughter. As the Dunholm carriage rolled down the avenue there reigned for a few minutes a reflective silence. It was Lady Dunholm who broke it. "That," she said in her softly decided voice, "that is a nice girl."
Penzance would accept it because he would understand what it meant of feeling and appreciation. During the afternoon Lord Dunholm managed to talk a good deal with Mount Dunstan. There was no air of intention in his manner, nevertheless intention was concealed beneath its courteous amiability. He wanted to get at the man.
"The prejudice you speak of must be a bitter thing for a proud man to bear. Is it a just prejudice? What has he done?" Lord Dunholm was gravely silent for a few moments. "It is an extraordinary thing to reflect," his words came slowly "that it may NOT be a just prejudice. I do not know that he has done anything but seem rather sulky, and be the son of his father, and the brother of his brother."
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