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Updated: June 13, 2025
'Of course you never thought of yourself of this house; I daresay you look upon yourself quite as a hero. Well, upon my word Mrs. Lahens laughed. 'I don't think I thought of myself. I daresay the world put the worst construction on my conduct. But you can't say that I took much advantage of the fact that you were willing to let me live in the house.
For a moment it seemed as if Mrs. Lahens were going to take her daughter in her arms. But some thought or feeling checked the impulse, and she said: 'Talk to your father, Agnes. I cannot stay. 'You shall not go, said the Major, laying his hand on her arm. 'You shall not go to Lord Chadwick. 'Oh, father; oh, father, I beg of you.... It is with gentleness and love that we overcome our troubles.
'Yes, saved from this drawing-room; you know that it is a pollution for one like her. 'I remember, said Mrs. Lahens, turning suddenly, 'that you said something about putting your house in order. I didn't understand what you meant. Did you mean this house? 'Yes. 'But you forget that this is my house. So you intend to rescue Agnes from this drawing-room.
'You still sing charmingly, Lady Castlerich, not much voice is required if the singer is a musician. 'You're very kind, and the old lady laughed with pleasure, and Mrs. Lahens smiled satirically, and whispered: 'Oh, you fibber, St. Clare. 'I'm not fibbing, he answered; 'she sings the old Italian airs charmingly. Soon after lunch was announced, and Mrs.
You forget that she has only just come from school and doesn't understand, 'My dear Major, said Mrs. Lahens, and her voice was full of contempt for her husband, 'is it you or I who has to take Agnes into society? As I told you before, Agnes will have to accept society as it is.
These were the thoughts that filled Mrs. Lahens' mind while Lilian sang. The purity of Lilian's voice was bitterness to Mrs. Lahens, and it was bitterness to remember that St. Clare loved that face. For no one now loved her face except perhaps Chad, and they wanted her to give him up. It was the knowledge that the time of her youth was at an end that forced Mrs.
'I'm afraid you've forgotten me, Agnes. It is nearly five years 'No; I haven't, at least not quite. It was in the country, at the cottage in Surrey. You're the gentleman who used to go out driving with mother. 'Yes; you're right so far, I used to go out driving with Mrs. Lahens. You used to come too. 'And very often you used to speak French to mother.
Do you now suffer something. You'll be better for it; you'll be happier. I am in a way happier for what I have suffered. 'You mean if I consent to let you stay here? 'I was not thinking of that; that is not enough. 'Not enough! Well, what is enough? But I cannot listen, said Mrs. Lahens, speaking half to herself. 'I'm keeping him waiting. What a fright I shall be! Our evening will be spoilt.
Very often it is as much as I can do to prevent myself from running out of the room. Mrs. Lahens looked at her lover angrily. 'You don't think what I have to put up with. You come here when you like, you go away when you like.... Men are always the same, they only think of themselves.
She remembered the hand-glasses, the scattered jewellery, the scent-bottles, and the little boxes of powder and rouge, and the pencil with which her mother darkened her eyebrows and eyelids. For Mrs. Lahens had always been addicted to the use of cosmetics, therefore the paint on her mother's face did not shock Agnes as it might otherwise have done.
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