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The red-veiled lamp, the corners of shadow, the splashes of firelight on the curves of old full-bodied wardrobes and cabinets, gave it an air of intimacy increased by its faded hangings, its slightly frayed and threadbare rugs. Everything in it was harmoniously shabby, with a subtle sought-for shabbiness in which Darrow fancied he discerned the touch of Fraser Leath.
His great rival, Donald of Leath Conn, did not long survive him: he died at Derry, also in a religious house, on the 5th of the Ides of February, A.D. 1121. While these two able men were thus for more than a quarter of a century struggling for the supremacy, a third power was gradually strengthening itself west of the Shannon, destined to profit by the contest, more than either of the principals.
But Fraser Leath had grown so unimportant a factor in the scheme of things that these marks of his presence caused the young man no emotion beyond that of a faint retrospective amusement. The afternoon and evening had been perfect. After a moment of concern over her step-son's departure, Anna had surrendered herself to her happiness with an impetuosity that Darrow had never suspected in her.
Brandon didn't appear to remember him at all. Then suddenly, as though she had picked her conscience out of her pocket: "Oh, good morning, Lord St. Leath." Joan, out of the corner, saw Boadicea, her head with its absurd bonnet high, striding indignantly ahead. "What lovely weather, is it not?" "Yes, aren't we lucky? Good morning, Joan." "Good morning." "Isn't it a lovely day?" "Oh, yes, it is."
But this, again, was negatived by the fact that, during the afternoon's shooting, young Leath had been in a mood of almost extravagant expansiveness, and that, from the moment of his late return to the house till just before dinner, there had been, to Darrow's certain knowledge, no possibility of a private talk between himself and his step-mother.
In the year 1094, by mutual compact, brought about through the intercession of the Archbishop of Armagh and the great body of the clergy, north and south and still more perhaps by the pestilence and famine which raged at intervals during the last years of the eleventh century this ancient division of the midland asker, running east and west, was solemnly restored by consent of both parties, and Leath Mogha and Leath Conn became for the moment independent territories.
"I think Miss Viner and I have met already several years ago in London." "I remember," said Sophy Viner, in the same clear voice. "How charming! Then we're all friends. But luncheon must be ready," said Mrs. Leath. She turned back to the door, and the little procession moved down the two long drawing-rooms, with Effie waltzing on ahead.
He had not indeed the fact of Lady Ulrica was there to remind him been without his experience of a third type; but that experience had left him with a contemptuous distaste for the woman who uses the privileges of one class to shelter the customs of another. As to young girls, he had never thought much about them since his early love for the girl who had become Mrs. Leath.
She therefore received Joan very graciously, congratulated her on her appearance, and asked her where her elder sister was. When Joan explained that she had no sister Lady St. Leath appeared vexed with her, as though it had been a piece of obvious impertinence on her part not to produce a sister instantly when she had asked for one.
The Precentor gave out the words of the Anthem, "Little children, love one another." Every one rose save Lady St. Leath, who settled herself magnificently in her seat and looked about her as though she challenged anybody to tell her that she was wrong to do so. Yes, that was all Amy Brandon wanted. Who could say that she was wrong to want it? The little battle was concluded.
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