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Something assures me that, for a reward of my life's labours, I shall behold the squashing of Robb!" Lady Ogram did not laugh. Her sense of humour was not very keen, and the present subject excited her most acrimonious feelings. "We must get hold of the right man," she exclaimed, with a glance at Lashmar. "Yes, the right man," said Breakspeare, turning his eyes in the same direction.
Of course at a word from you, I can speak to the right people, but possibly you had rather nothing at all were said until the young lady has been seen. Myself, I see no reason whatever for explanations." As she closed this letter, Mrs. Toplady's smile all but became a chuckle. Nothing had so much amused her for a twelvemonth past. Lashmar had no reply from Rivenoak. This silence disappointed him.
There are men capable of viewing themselves as heroes in very unheroic situations, and Lashmar was one of them. Because his business with Dymchurch and with Constance would be distinctly disagreeable, and yet he was facing it without hesitation, his conscience praised him aloud. Nothing less than brilliant issue could be the reward of such noble energy.
If it becomes plain that her project must come to nothing, Lady Ogram's interest in me is at an end. I may say good-bye to Hollingford." "You are mistaken," replied Constance, in a voice almost of indifference. "Well, the question will soon be decided." Lashmar seemed to submit himself to the inevitable. "I shall write to Lady Ogram, telling her the result of our conversation.
"Only a splash of sea-water, I think," replied Lashmar, standing close beside her. Both gazed at the dark vast of sea and sky. A pair of ramblers approached them; a young man and a girl, talking loudly the tongue of lower London. "I know a young lady," sounded in the feminine voice, "as 'as a keeper set with a di'mond and a hamethys lovely!" "Come away," said Dyce. "What a hateful place this is!
Gallantry. "You seem to have made out a fair case, Mr. Lashmar," said his wife, with a good-natured laugh. "I'm not sure that I couldn't debate the point still, but at present I'll be satisfied with your approval of my scheme." Lady Ogram, sitting more upright against the back of her chair than before her attack of breathlessness, had gazed unwaveringly at the young man throughout his speeches.
"I'm infinitely obliged to you. The passage shall do me yeoman's service turned against the enemy. For it is not I who speak for the many at Hollingford, as well you know. We Liberals are the select, the chosen spirits. The mighty brute is Toryism." Only the fear of reaching Rivenoak at too late an hour constrained Lashmar to rise at length and take his leave.
I mean what I say. Never come to see me again!" Lashmar seemed to hesitate, looked uncomfortable, then stepped back to his chair and sat down. "That's right;" said Iris, with quiet triumph. And she, too, resumed her chair. Under the roof at Rivenoak was an attic which no one ever entered.
Lashmar arrived about ten o'clock, and his hostess had soon introduced him to two or three persons of political note, with each of whom he exchanged phrases of such appalling banality that he had much ado not to laugh in his interlocutor's face.
A grim smile crept over her visage; her lips were pressed together, and her eyes twinkled with subdued satisfaction. She now spoke abruptly. "Do you remain at Hollingford to-night, Mr. Lashmar?" "Yes, Lady Ogram." "Very well. Come here to-morrow morning at eleven, go over the mill, and then lunch with us. My manager shall be ready for you." "Thank you, very much." "Miss Bride, give Mr.
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