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After all, you took your chance when you married Decies, and it has not turned out so badly, you know." Lady Constance became radiant once more, as some mild-shining summer moon emerging from behind temporarily obscuring clouds. "Oh! but then," she said, "of course that was so entirely different." Lord Fallowfeild patted her hand, his head bent, looking at her somewhat merrily.
Lady Fallowfeild it is true, in obedience to suggestions on the part of her kindly lord and master, offered tentatively to import a carriage load little Ludovic Quayle was just the same age as Dickie from the Whitney nurseries to spend the day. "Good fellow, Calmady. I liked Calmady," Lord Fallowfeild had said to her. His conversation, it may be observed, was nothing if not interjectional.
Then the young man asked a further favour, namely, that the ceremony might be performed in the private chapel at Brockhurst, rather than in the Whitney parish church. This last proposal, it must be owned, when made to him by Lady Calmady, caused Lord Fallowfeild great searchings of heart.
He had become a sort of habit, you know; and when you have knocked about a lot, as I have, you get rather sick at the notion of any change." She stood, looking down, leisurely unbuttoning and pulling off her long gloves. "I don't know that I should have made up my mind to sack him in the end, but that I wanted to please Fallowfeild." Mr. Iglesias became very tall.
Lord Fallowfeild, his handsome, infantile countenance beaming with good-nature and good-health above his blue-and-white, bird's-eye stock and scarlet hunting-coat, sat by her discoursing with great affability and at great length. Mary Ormiston stood near them, an expression of kindly diversion upon her face.
His expression was hard, his eyes alight. This the lady noted. She returned and patted him gently on the back again. "There, there, don't sail off on a wrong tack, my beloved fire-eater. Fallowfeild was quite right. The game was up, really it was; and he wanted me to walk out, like the gentlemanlike dog, so as to avoid being kicked out.
"He behaved in an anything but straightforward manner about the site for the new cottage hospital at Parson's Holt." "Did he, though?" said Lord Fallowfeild. "Yes. I supposed it had been brought to your notice." Lord Fallowfeild fidgeted a little. "Rather too downright, Cathcart," he said to himself. "Gets you into a corner and fixes you. Not fair, not at all fair in general society.
"Ah! complications?" inquired Lord Fallowfeild, who rarely let slip an opportunity of acquiring information of a pathological description. "Yes, complications. Of the sort that are most difficult to deal with, emotional and moral beginning with his engagement to Lady Constance " "Oh, dear me!" this, piteously, from that lady's father. "And ending his Satanic Majesty knows where! I don't.
And, watching her, involuntarily Richard's thought traveled back to a certain luncheon party at Brockhurst, graced by the presence of genial, puzzle-headed Lord Fallowfeild and members of his numerous family, when Helen had swept in, even as now, had been self-absorbed, even as now.
We'll leave this chair for Madame de Vallorbes. She's coming, I suppose?" And Richard glanced towards the door again, and, so doing, became aware that little Lady Constance, sitting between Lord Fallowfeild and Julius March, was staring at him. She had an innocent face, a small, feminine copy of her father's save that her eyes were set noticeably far apart.
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