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He loved his wife, he said, as much as on the day he married her. He was extremely unhappy. Mr. Lanley grew to dread the visits of his huge, blond son-in-law, who used actually to sob in the library, and ask for explanations of something which Mr. Lanley had never been able to understand. And how obstinate Adelaide had been!
He stuck his stick into his overcoat-pocket so that it stood upright, and wheeled sharply. "Good-by," he said, and added at the door, "I suppose you think this makes a difference in your prospects." "Mrs. Farron has asked me to come to dinner to-night." Lanley wheeled back again. "What?" he said. "Yes, she almost urged me, though I didn't need urging."
Pringle"; but he made an exception in speaking to Mr. Lanley, for she had once been the Lanleys' kitchen-maid. "Your car, sir?" No, Mr. Lanley was walking walking, indeed, more quickly than usual under the stimulus of annoyance. Nothing had ever happened that made him suffer as he had suffered through his daughter's divorce.
Now, none of the accounts which Farron had received had made any mention of Mr. Lanley's part in the proceedings at all, and so he paused a moment, and in that pause Mr. Lanley went on: "It's a difficult position before a boy's mother. There isn't anything against him, of course. One's reasons for not wanting the marriage do sound a little snobbish when one says them right out.
"Oh, dear!" she said, "I almost wish I weren't dining with Mr. Lanley. He'll think it's all my fault." "I doubt if he knows about it." Mrs. Wayne's eyes twinkled. "May I tell him? I should like to see his face." "Tell him I am going, if you like. Don't say I want to take her with me." Her face fell.
But the sound of them upset Wayne hopelessly. He couldn't go on for a minute, and Mr. Lanley rose to his feet. "Good Lord! good Lord!" he said, "that was dishonorable! Can't you see that that is dishonorable, to marry her on the sly when we trusted her to go about with you " "O Papa, never mind about the dishonorableness," said Adelaide.
"You mean I'm not to see him?" "Of course not." "I must see him," said Mathilde. Lanley looked at Wayne. "This is an opportunity for you to rehabilitate yourself. You ought to be man enough to promise you won't see her until you are in a position to ask her to be your wife." "I have asked her that already, you know," returned Wayne with an attempt at a smile.
Lanley was sitting, with his arms folded and his feet stretched out far before him, his head bent, but his eyes raised and fixed on the picture. They saw him first, and had two or three seconds to take in the profound contemplation of his mood. Then he slowly raised his eyes and encountered theirs.
Wayne might choose to betray his mother in the full irresponsibility of her attitude to so sympathetic a listener as Mr. Lanley, but he had no intention of giving Mrs. Farron such a weapon. At the same time he did not intend to be untruthful. His answer was this: "My mother," he said, "is not like most women of her age. She believes in love." "In all love, quite indiscriminately?"
"Why, my love," she answered, "I haven't said half the things I might say. I rather thought I was sparing your feelings. After all, when you see her, you will admit that she does dress like an Eton boy." "She didn't when I saw her," said Mr. Lanley. Adelaide turned to her father. "Papa, I leave it to you. Did I say anything that should have wounded anybody's susceptibilities?" Mr.
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