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Quayle reviewed them leisurely now, looking over his shoulder now and again to note how the tide of battle rolled, and raising his eyebrows in mute protest when the voices of the two ladies became more than usually elevated. "You see, papa, you have not been here" Lady Louisa was saying. "No, I haven't," interrupted Lord Fallowfeild. "And very much I regret that I haven't.
And then I was speaking the other night to Augustus Tremiloe at Lord Combmartin's not William, you know, but Augustus Tremiloe, the man in the Treasury, and he " "Uncommonly fine chrysanthemums those," Lord Fallowfeild had broken forth cheerfully, finding sufficient, if tardy, inspiration in the table decorations. "Remarkably perfect blossoms and charming colour.
"But to return to Lord Denier let alone my skill, that of the whole medical faculty put together couldn't have saved him." "Couldn't it, though?" said Lord Fallowfeild. "That's just the bother with your self-made man. He makes himself true. But he spends himself physically in the making. All his vitality goes in climbing the ladder, and he's none left over by the time he reaches the top.
For she was alarmed at Lady Calmady's reported acquaintance with foreign lands and with books; added to which her simple mind harboured much grisly though vague terror concerning the Roman Church. Picture all her brood of little Quayles incontinently converted into little monks and nuns with shaven heads! How such sudden conversion could be accomplished Lady Fallowfeild did not presume to explain.
Between that haunting sense of embarrassment, and the kindly wish to carry things off well, and promote geniality, Lord Fallowfeild spoke loud. At this juncture Mr. Quayle folded his hands and raised his eyes devoutly to heaven. "Oh, my father! oh, my father!" he murmured. Then he leant a little forward watching Lady Calmady.
And so, you see, I really hadn't anything to write about." "But but this young man" Lord Fallowfeild was sensible of a singular reluctance to mention the name of his proposed son-in-law "this young Calmady, you know, he's an intimate friend of yours " "Difficulty number two. For I doubted how you would take the matter "
I shouldn't care to part with Connie " And then, his reflections becoming increasingly interjectional as the train trundled away southwestward, Lord Fallowfeild leaned back in the corner of the railway carriage and fell very fast asleep. There was no refusing belief to the fact. The old, cloistered life at Brockhurst, for good or evil, was broken up.
The surface water and generally the sewage for we are very far yet from having discovered a drain-pipe which is impeccable in respect of leakage soak through the porous cap down to the clay and lie there to rise again not at the Last Day by any means, but on the evening of the very first one that's been hot enough to cause evaporation." "Do they, though?" said Lord Fallowfeild.
"Did he though?" ejaculated Lord Fallowfeild. "He was too considerate to tell me anything very definite, but he felt that, going out and seeing everybody as of course I have to, it was only right I should have some hint of what was being said. Every one is talking about Shotover.
I was just going to tell you that Fallowfeild believes it's going to be a nasty dragging unsatisfactory business. Everyone gasses about the Boers being a simple pastoral people.
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