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All her movements, even in her most intimate moments of affection with her friend, were dignified and reserved. "Darling, I am thrilled," Lady Anningford responded, "and I guess it is all about Mr. Markrute and oh, Ethelrida, when did it begin?"
It only remained to finally decide the characters. She considered that Ethelrida should undoubtedly be Guinevere; but, above all, Zara must be Isolt! "Of course, of course!" they all cried unanimously, while Zara's eyes went black. "Tristram and Isolt! How splendid!" "And I shall be Brangaine, and give the love potion," Lady Anningford went on.
"Well, I shall probably hear all about it from Ethelrida herself, now that we are alone. I am so glad I decided to stay with the dear girl until Wednesday, and you will have to wait till then, too, Crow." "As ever, I am at your orders," he grunted, and lighting a cigar, he subsided into a great chair to read the papers, while Lady Anningford went on to the saloon.
He briefly stated his history, which Ethelrida already knew; he made no apology for his bar sinister; indeed, he felt none was needed. He knew, and the Duke knew, that when a man has won out as he had done, such things fade into space.
They would not have even been allowed to compete in the games, if they were misshapen. And the analogy is, no one unfitted for a part ought to aspire to it, for the public good. Any one has a right to scream, if he does not obtain it when he is fitted for it." "Yes, I see," said Lady Ethelrida. "Then what do you mean when you say every class is trying to snatch something from some other class?
Then the two parties, about twenty people in all, began to arrive from the other houses, and delighted exclamations of surprise at the splendor of the impromptu fancy garments were heard all over the room, and soon dinner was announced, and they went in. "My Lord Tristram," Ethelrida had said to her cousin, "I beg of you to conduct to my festal board your own most beautiful Lady Isolt.
Lady Ethelrida was not deceived about these wishes, but she could do no more. The Duke came into her room, just as she was finishing, and warmed himself by her wood fire. "The woman is a cat, Ethelrida," he said without any preamble. These two understood each other so well, they often seemed to begin in the middle of a sentence, of which no outsider could grasp the meaning.
Then, when he thought of this dear Ethelrida whom he had loved more than his own young sisters, he hurriedly wrote out, as well, a telegram of affection and congratulation which he handed to Michelham as he came in to get the letters and the old man left the room.
Francis Markrute glanced at her, sideways, with his clever eyes; had she ever heard anything of Zara's parentage, he wondered for a second, and then he smiled at himself for the thought. Lady Ethelrida was not likely to have spoken so in that case she would not be acting up to her group. "There are certain reasons why she should," he said.
He really worshiped Ethelrida and his fashion of showing his feeling was in all ways to think first of what she would wish; which proved that if her attitude were unmodern, as far as women were concerned, his was even more so, among men! Tristram had gone out for another walk alone, after the Crow had left him.
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