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She felt sick with jealous pain, even though she had plainly seen that Tristram was no willing victim. But upon what terms could they be, or have been, for Lady Highford so to lose all sense of shame? Tristram was watching her anxiously. She must have seen the humiliating exhibition. It followed, then, she was perfectly indifferent, or she would have been annoyed.
She heard Tristram say disgustedly, "No, I won't," and saw Lady Highford drop her arms; and in the three steps that separated them, her wonderful iron self-control, the inheritance of all her years of suffering, enabled her to stop as if she had seen nothing, and in an ordinary voice ask if they were to go to the great hall.
In another room Mrs. Harcourt was chatting with her sister and Lady Highford. "She is perfectly lovely, Laura," Miss Opie said. "Her hair must reach down to the ground and looks as if it would not come off, and her skin isn't even powdered I examined it, on purpose, in a side light. And those eyes! Je-hoshaphat! as Jimmy Danvers says." "Poor, darling Tristram!"
Just to tell him in case she did not see him before she went back to the country to-morrow that her list, which she enclosed, was made up for her November party, but if he would like any one else for his bride to meet, he was to say so. She added that some friends had been to luncheon, and among them Laura Highford, who had said the nicest things and wished him every happiness.
If you think your cousin will mind, I will come." And she turned, without waiting for him to answer, and went on to her room. And Tristram, after going back to his for something he had forgotten, presently went on down the stairs, a bitter smile on his face, and at the bottom met Laura Highford. She looked up into his eyes, and allowed tears to gather in hers. She had always plenty at her command.
There was no empty boast about the speech, as there would have been if Laura Highford had uttered it she was fond of demonstrating her conquests and power in words. There was only a weariness as of something banal and tiring. He must be more careful. "Yes, I quite understand," he said sympathetically. "You must be bored with the love of men." "I have never seen any love of men.
Mary said, when they were back there, both curled up in the former's bed waiting for their breakfast. "One can see Mother is very much moved; she was so stern. I thought Tristram was devoted to Laura Highford, did not you?" "Oh! he has been sick of that for ages and ages. She nags at him she is a cat anyway and I never could understand it, could you, Mary?"
But of a prospective bride the most gossip-loving busybody at White's had never heard! It fell like a bombshell. And Lady Highford, as she read the news, clenched her pointed teeth, and gave a little squeal like a stoat. So he had drifted beyond her, after all! He had often warned her he would, at the finish of one of those scenes she was so fond of creating.
Have you not even heard what she is like young or old? A widow always sounds so attractive!" "I am told that she is perfectly beautiful," said Lady Ethelrida from the other side of the table there had been a pause "and Tristram seems so happy. She is quite young, and very rich." She had always been amiably friendly and indifferent to Laura Highford.
The axle of the phæton had been split, and must be temporarily patched up and banded. There was nothing for Sylvie to do but to sit quietly there in the old-fashioned, dimity-covered easy-chair which they gave her by the front window, and wait. Meanwhile, she observed and wondered much. She had never got out of the Argenter and Highford atmosphere before.
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