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He looked hard at his wife. It was evident that his mind was tacking. "Miss Schley heard what you said to the feller," he added. "People who never speak hear everything naturally." "How d'you mean never speak? Why, she's full of talk." "How well she listened to him!" was Lady Holme's mental comment. "If half the world heard it doesn't matter if you and I choose it shouldn't. Unless "
I should like to see him and his son together." A hard and almost vicious gleam shone for as instant in his eyes. "You're as cruel as a Spaniard at a bull-fight." "My boy, I've been gored by the bull." Pierce was silent for a minute. He thought of Lady Holme's white-rose complexion and of the cessation of Carey's acquaintance with the Holmes.
Yet the fact that Landor was still singing as he "tottered on into his ninth decade," that Browning, Tennyson, Swinburne, Longfellow, Whittier, Holme's, and Whitman continued to feel the stir of creation when their hair was hoary, may have had a genuine influence on younger writers.
That she had indeed retired, but apparently with a man, roused much pious scorn and pinched regret in those whose lives were passed amid the crash of broken commandments. One day, at a tea, a certain lady, animadverted strongly upon Lady Holme's conduct, and finally remarked: "It's grotesque! A woman who is disfigured, and a man who is, or at any rate was, a drunkard!
But now and again he spoke a few words with Bernardine Holme, whose place was next to him. It never occurred to him to say good morning, nor to give a greeting of any kind, nor to show a courtesy. One day during lunch, however, he did take the trouble to stoop and pick up Bernardine Holme's shawl, which had fallen for the third time to the ground.
A voice cried in the distance, "Lord Holme's carriage!" Another, and nearer voice, echoed the call. She passed slowly between two lines of men over a broad strip of carpet to the portico, and stepped into the brougham. As it glided away into the night she heard her husband's loud breathing.
He stood among the believers in the angel. She called upon the angel passionately, feverishly. There was strength in Lady Holme's character, and not merely strength of temper. When she was roused, confident, she could be resolute, persistent; could shut her eyes to side issues and go onward looking straight before her.
"I'm very sorry, but even the smartest woman in London can't throw over the Brayley's. Take another box for the second." Lord Holme looked fearfully sulky and lounged out of the room. On the following morning he strode into Lady Holme's boudoir about twelve with a radiant face. "It's all right!" he exclaimed. "Talk of diplomatists! I ought to be an ambassador."
But naturally on the first night she wants all her friends to come up to the scratch, muster round don't you know? and give her a hand." "And she thinks your hand, being enormous, would be valuable? But we can't throw over Brayley House." Lord Holme's square jaw began to work, a sure sign of acute irritation. "If there's a dull, dreary house in London, it's Brayley House," he grumbled.
Raleigh, do tell the opera people not to put on Romeo too often this season. Of course Melba's splendid in it, and all that, but still " Mr. Bry fixed his eyeglass again, and began to smile gently like an evil-minded baby. Lord Holme's brown face was full in view, grinning. His eyes were looking about with unusual vivacity. "How early you are, Fritz! Good boy. I want you to look after "
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