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Immediately the school was frowsty beyond endurance, and for the first time she let herself perceive how dreadfully a gentleman and a scholar can smell of pipes and tobacco. Only one course lay open to a woman of spirit.... For a year she did indeed live like a woman of spirit, and it was at Nolan's bedside that Marayne was first moved to admiration. She was plucky. All men love a plucky woman.
"Has she been talking to you, mother?" "The thing shows." "But about my going abroad?" "She said something, my little Poff." Lady Marayne suddenly perceived that beneath Benham's indifference was something strung very tight, as though he had been thinking inordinately. He weighed his words before he spoke again.
Lady Marayne insisted upon regarding Socialism as a proposal to reinaugurate the first French Revolution, as an inversion of society so that it would be bottom upward, as an attack upon rule, order, direction. "And what good are all these proposals? If you had the poor dear king beheaded, you'd only get a Napoleon.
The third was to bring Lady Marayne into social relations with the Wilder and Morris MENAGE at South Harting. It did not strike him that there was any incompatibility among these projects or any insurmountable difficulty in any of them until he was back in his flat.
Was there no trust nor courage in the world? She would defy all jealous scandal. She would not even banish him from her side. Surely the Cheetah could trust her. But the pitiless facts of Lady Marayne went beyond Amanda's explaining. The little lady's dignity had been stricken. "I have been used as a cloak," she wrote. Her phrases were vivid.
He lives not in things but in expressed ideas, and what was troubling Benham inordinately that night, a night that should have been devoted to purely blissful and exalted expectations, was the sheer impossibility of stating what had happened in any terms that would be tolerable either to Mrs. Skelmersdale or Lady Marayne. The thing had happened with the suddenness of a revelation.
"They are decent people; they are well-behaved people." "Oh! I'll behave well. Don't think I'll disgrace your casual acquaintances. But who they are, what they are, I WILL know...." On that point Lady Marayne was to score beyond her utmost expectations. "Come round," she said over the telephone, two mornings later. "I've something to tell you." She was so triumphant that she was sorry for him.
Just about her time in the afternoon. On an average, sir...." "I went out of London to think about my life." It was manifest that Lady Marayne did not believe him. "Alone?" she asked. "Of course alone." "STUFF!" said Lady Marayne.
Did they ever come to London? When they did they must let his people know. He would so like them to know his mother, Lady Marayne. And so on with much gratitude.
Prothero coloured brightly. "She lives in London." "All the year?" "All the year." "But isn't it dreadfully hot in town in the summer?" Prothero had an uncomfortable sense of being very red in the face. This kept him red. "We're suburban people," he said. "But I thought isn't there the seaside?" "My mother has a business," said Prothero, redder than ever. "O-oh!" said Lady Marayne.
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