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Constance entered in a few minutes, greeted Lashmar as if she saw him every day, and began to talk about Mrs. Gallantry's project. When, a couple of hours later, Dyce came down dressed for dinner, Mrs. Toplady was already in the drawing-room.
The baronet's widow became one of the most remarkable women of her time, all the more remarkable because of lowly origin; Miss Tomalin, heiress of a great fortune, had pure colonial blood in her veins, yet pursued with delightful zeal the finest culture of an old civilisation. As Mrs. Toplady talked thus, the door opened to admit Mr. Lashmar, and there was an end of confidences for that day.
But what can I do as long as I am penniless? And so I answer you frankly: yes, if May Tomalin had inherited Lady Ogram's wealth, I should have felt it my duly to marry her." Iris listened without a smile. Lashmar had never spoken with a more convincing show of earnestness. "What is she going to do?" asked the troubled little woman, her eyes cast down. Dyce told all that he knew of May's position.
By the bye, it isn't money only; Miss Bride becomes owner of the paper-mill at the village by Rivenoak." "I had heard of this," said Lashmar, with a brusque movement as though he felt cramp in his leg. He had begun to look cheerful. "I knew all about Lady Ogram's intentions. You don't remember," he added carelessly, "the amount of the bequest?" "Mr.
Benyon told her that Eric's new play was to be produced within a month and invited her to come with him. She answered uncertainly and lapsed into silence. As the car bumped over the springy turf of Lashmar Common, Eric stood gazing at the stars and drinking in the thousand mingled scents and sounds of the night.
"Certainly not," said the other, and abruptly moved away. Lady Amys and Constance stood together near the couch on which Lady Ogram was lying. With a glance in that direction, Lashmar walked towards the door, hesitated a moment, went out into the hall.
Decent families came to the deserted houses, and things in general looked up." "Extremely interesting," murmured Mr. Gallantry, as though he heard all this for the first time, and was deeply impressed by it. "Very interesting indeed," said Lashmar, with his frankest air. "I hope I may be allowed to go over the mill; I should like nothing better."
Morning and night, the question with him became, what could he do in the cause of civilisation? And about this time it chanced that he made the acquaintance of Dyce Lashmar. He listened, presently, to the bio-sociological theory of human life, believing it to be Lashmar's own, and finding in it a great deal that was not only intellectually fruitful, but strong in appeal to his sympathies.
It was asked in a disinterested voice, the speaker's look resting for a moment on Lashmar with unembarrassed directness. "Mrs. Toplady told me about the will." Dyce paused for a moment, then continued, with an obvious effort indeed, but in an even voice. "She came to see me, after the funeral. Mrs.
If Manders turned up his nose, it would be time indeed for a holiday. For three months Eric buried himself in his flat, only emerging at the week-end. Lashmar Mill-House gave him proximity to Agnes Waring; and every week he made an excuse to walk over to Red Roofs and ask for tidings of Jack.
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