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Lahens was unconsciously affected by the contrast that her own regular and painted features, and her long life of social adventure, presented to this pretty, dovelike girl, this pale conventual rose, without instinct of the world, and into whose guileless mind no knowledge of the world would apparently ever enter. 'Oh, father, how are you?
Lahens looked at Agnes curiously; at this thin girl; for, though Agnes' face was round and rosy, her waist was slender, and her hands, and hips, and bosom; and Mrs.
'I shall be very pleased to see Agnes again, said Moulton. 'If I had thought of it I would have read up the lives of the saints. 'I beg, Mr. Moulton, that you do not speak disrespectfully of Miss Lahens. Perhaps there is nothing in your conversation that is fit for her to hear. Moulton looked at Mrs.
The reserve that Agnes' innocence imposed on the wit of the various narratives, and on the philosophy of the comments often became painfully irksome, and on noticing Harding's embarrassments Mrs. Lahens would suggest that Agnes went to her room. Agnes gladly availed herself of the permission, and without the slightest admission to herself that she hated the drawing-room.
Clare will accompany you. Do, to please me, and Mrs. Lahens sat down in a distant corner. She had said that very morning, as she painted her face before the glass, 'I am an old woman, or nearly. How many more years? Three at most, then I shall be like Lady Castlerich. And the five minutes she had spent looking into an undyed and unpainted old age had frightened her.
But he was in a measure consoled when Lady Castlerich told him that they'd go through the opera together when he came to stay with her for her shooting party. 'Won't you sing something, Lilian? said Mrs. Lahens, as they went upstairs. 'No, dear, I'd sooner not, but you will. 'I'd sooner sing a little later. I don't know where my music is, it has been all put away. But do you sing. St.
'Olive, I've come down for a cup of tea. 'I don't mind giving you a cup, said Mrs. Lahens, 'but I think you might have taken the trouble to change your clothes: that's hardly a costume to receive ladies in. Look at him, Lady Castlerich that's what I've to put up with. 'Lady Castlerich will excuse my clothes. You know, Lady Castlerich, that I'm very poor.
What could I do but to tell him that he might order a pair at my shoemaker's? 'And he ordered a pair that cost three pounds, said Lord Chadwick. 'Yes; I did think that he might have chosen a cheaper pair. But you're rather hard on him, said Mrs. Lahens; 'he's not the only man in London who takes money from women. 'I wonder he doesn't go to Mashonaland or to Canada? said the Major.
'I see, said Mrs. Lahens, 'that you understand each other. It is I who had better go. 'No, mother, don't go. I would not have you think that that oh, how am I to say it? Mrs. Lahens looked at her daughter a strange look it was, of surprise and inquiry. 'Mother, I have been but an apple of discord thrown between you.... But, indeed, it was not my fault. Mother, dear, it was not my fault.
She had, Agnes heard her mother say, succeeded in making him so jealous that he had asked her to marry him. But Mrs. Lahens did not think that Lilian would marry him; nowadays girls in society did not often marry their lovers; they knew that the qualities that charm in a lover are out of place in a husband. Agnes sat in the back of the box and wondered why Lilian's refusal to marry St.
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