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"There's something wrong," said Sir George. "Mamma does fret herself so much about Ludovic's money matters," said Lady Meredith. Ludovic was Lord Lufton, Ludovic Lufton, Baron Lufton of Lufton, in the county of Oxfordshire. "And yet I don't think Lufton gets much astray," said Sir George, as he sauntered out of the room.
"I almost wish she was not Ludovic's sister, though," he remarked presently. "It is a great deal to ask." "You have a great deal to offer," Katherine said, adding: "You can care for her, Dickie?" He turned his head, his lips working a little, his flushed face very young and bright. "Oh yes! I can care fast enough," he said. "And I think I think I could make her happy.
As she did so, she swore to herself that she would not unbolt it again that evening at Ludovic's request. No such encroaching request was made to her. She sat for nearly an hour at the foot of her bed, waiting, listening, fearing, thinking, hoping, hardly hoping, when another step was heard on the stair and in the passage, a step which she well knew to be that of her aunt Charlotte.
People did not go to church and sit together in Grafton unless they were the next thing to being engaged. What if this filled Ludovic with the narcotic of despair instead of wakening him up! She sat through the service in misery and heard not one word of the sermon. But Ludovic's spectacular performances were not yet over.
He does talk most admired foolishness half his time, poor old boy. All the same Ludovic shouldn't show him up as he does. It's not good form. I'm afraid Ludovic's getting rather spoilt by London. He's growing altogether too finicking and elaborate. It's a pity. Lady Louisa Barking is a rather exterminating person. Her conversation is magnificently deficient in humour.
John Douglas was not a man of Ludovic's type. "You should show more spirit, Janet," she went on resolutely. "Why didn't you send him about his business long ago?" "I couldn't," said poor Janet pathetically. "You see, Anne, I've always been awful fond of John. He might just as well keep coming as not, for there was never anybody else I'd want, so it didn't matter."
Do you know that I was along the riverside every night this week? Can you fancy what I felt to hear your flageolet playing for tipsy fools in Ludovic's room? Very well, I said: let him! I have pride of my own, and I was so angry to-night that I said I would never go again to meet you. You cannot blame me if I was not there to-night, Sim.
It engaged the seamen on the tiny trading vessels at the quay, and excited the eagerest speculation in Ludovic's inn. Women put down their water-stoups at the wells and shook mysterious heads over hints of Sim MacTaggart's history. No one for a while had a definite story, but in all the innuendoes the Chamberlain figured vaguely as an evil influence.
"Was it not unkind when you said that I was three times as old as you?" "I did not mean to be unkind." Since the allusion which had been made to some younger lover, from which Linda had gathered that Peter Steinmarc must know something of Ludovic's passion for herself, she had been in part quelled.
Acquitted of all blame, thanks to Clinchain's and Ludovic's evidence for they had mutually agreed that the tragical occurrence should be represented to have been the result of an accident the conscience of M. de Mussidan left him but little peace. The girl whom Montlouis had loved had been driven from her home in disgrace, owing to having given birth to a son.
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