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These were questions which Lesbia kept asking herself, in every pause of her frivolous existence; in such a pause as this, for instance, while the people round her were standing breathless, open-mouthed, gazing after the boats. She did not care a straw for the boats, who won, or who lost the race. It was all a hollow mockery.

Half a dozen men had tried their hardest to propose to her had sat out dances, had waylaid her in conservatories and in back drawing-rooms, in lobbies while she waited for her carriage had looked at her piteously with tenderest declarations trembling on their lips; but she had contrived to keep them at bay, to strike them dumb by her coldness, or confound them by her coquetry; for all these were ineligibles, whom Lady Lesbia Haselden did not want to have the trouble of refusing.

You are looking rather fagged, Ursula. It seems to be the fashion with young people now: they get middle-aged before their time. Oh yes, Lesbia is out. It is the Engleharts' "At Home," and she promised to go with Mrs. Pierrepoint. But she will be back soon. Now we are alone, I want to ask you a question. I am rather anxious about Lesbia. Dr. Pratt says there is a want of tone about her.

Indifferent to politics, he formed friendships and enmities for personal reasons alone. Two events in his life are important for us, since they affected his genius his love for Lesbia, and his brother's death. The former was the master-passion of his life.

She bent over the invalid's pillow and kissed the pale cheek, feeling as if she were taking a liberty in venturing so much. She would hardly have done it had Lesbia been at home; but she had a feeling that in Lesbia's absence Lady Maulevrier must want somebody's love even hers. And then she crept away, leaving Halcott the maid in attendance, sitting at her work at the window furthest from the bed.

Life in Westmoreland was very different, she added, with a sigh, and a touch of wonder that the Lesbia Haselden, whose methodical life had never been stirred by a ruffle of passion, could have been the same flesh and blood yes, verily, the same woman, whose heart throbbed so vehemently to-night, whose brain seemed on fire.

Smithson's houses and yachts, drags and hunters, formed the shifting pictures in a dissolving view of society; and Lesbia wondered if there were any other young woman in London who would refuse such an offer as that which she had quietly rejected half-an-hour ago. Lady Kirkbank surprised her while she was still absorbed in this dreamy review of the position.

'Oh, grandmother, why did you not take your tea! exclaimed Lesbia, looking really distressed. 'It is six o'clock. 'I am used to have you at home to hand me my cup, replied the dowager, with a touch of reproachfulness. 'I am so sorry, said Lesbia, sitting down before the tea-table, and beginning her accustomed duty.

She might perhaps have endured that failure, and been content to abide the chances of a second season, had it not been for Mary's triumph. But for Mary to be a Countess, and for Lesbia to remain Lesbia Haselden, a nobody, dependent upon the caprices of a grandmother whose means might after all be but limited no, such a concatenation as that was not to be endured.

The rich Americans, the successful Jews, will crowd us out unless we keep pace with them. Ah, Lesbia, my dear girl, there would be a great future before you if you could only make up your mind to accept Mr. Smithson. 'How do you know that he means to propose to me? asked Lesbia, mockingly. 'Perhaps he is only going to behave as he did to Miss Trinder.

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