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"I should have thought," said Dyce, reflectively, "that it represented Lady Ogram at about the same age as in the painting." "Constance," exclaimed the old lady, vastly pleased, "congratulate Mr. Lashmar." "Then I am right," cried Dyce, encountering Constance's look. "What a fine bit of work! What a magnificent head!" He moved nearer to it, and continued freely to express his admiration.
At the club he had got to know Lord Dymchurch, a month or two ago, and this connection he did not undervalue. His fellow members, it is true, were not, for the most part, men of the kind with whom Dyce greatly cared to talk; as yet, they did not seem much impressed with his conversational powers; but Lord Dymchurch promised to be an exception, and of him Dyce had already a very high opinion.
"Of course not. In my last letter I expressly reminded him that our affairs were getting into a lamentable muddle. Of course, if I had had the management of them, this wouldn't have come about. Do you know what I have been thinking? It might be an advantage to Dyce if you made friends with the clergy at Hollingford. Couldn't you go over one day, and call on the rector.
"That's just what she does when she thinks it will annoy people she dislikes." Dyce smiled meditatively. "I should like to know her. Yes, I should very much like to know her. Could you manage it for me?" Constance did not reply. She was comparing the Dyce Lashmar of to-day with him of the past, and trying to understand the change that had come about in his talk, his manner.
He received the suggestion with careless good-humour. At Rivenoak, Constance returned to it, insisted upon it, and, as he had little to do, Dyce went into Hollingford for lessons; in a week's time he could ride, and, on a brand-new bicycle of the most approved make, accompanied his nominally betrothed about the country ways. Constance evidently enjoyed their rides together.
What the devil is the good of the law if it don't protect a man's industry, a liberal man, too, like me!" Here Dick burst into a storm of vituperation against the rotten old country in general, and Mr. Dyce, the monster capitalist of Screwstown, in particular.
You have to teach 'Blessed are the civic-minded, for they shall profit by their civism. It has to be profit, Dyce, profit, profit. Live thus, and you'll get a good deal out of life; live otherwise, and you may get more, but with an unpleasant chance of getting a good deal less." "But isn't it unfortunately true that Christianity spoke also of rewards?" "Yes, it is true.
"All I meant was that you were admirably quick in seizing an opportunity of beginning your propaganda." "I don't think you meant only that," remarked Dyce, coolly, looking her in the eyes. "Is it your habit to contradict so grossly?" asked Constance, with a cold air of surprise. "I try to make my talk especially with women as honest as I can. It seems mere justice to them, as well as to myself.
Like everybody else this evening, she was in good spirits. Mrs. Toplady, much observed and courted, but seemingly quite indifferent to homage, watched the scene with her eyes of placid good-humour, the roguish smile ever and again appearing on her lips. She lost no opportunity of letting fall a laudatory word concerning Dyce Lashmar.
Once or twice he caught an aspect of her features which had a certain impressiveness; with nature cast in a more serious mould, she might have become a really beautiful woman. Just as he had found courage to turn the talk in a personal direction, with an inquiry about Canadian life, he saw the approach of Dyce Lashmar.
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