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"To my mind," said Lord Marshmoreton, coming to the surface once more, "the proper attitude to adopt on occasions like the present " "Please," said Lady Caroline. Lord Marshmoreton stopped, and resumed his silent communion with the stuffed bird. "You can't stop yourself being in love, Aunt Caroline," said Maud. "You can be stopped if you've somebody with a level head looking after you."
"You have known her so little time." "Long enough." Lord Marshmoreton sighed. "You are upsetting things terribly." "Things are upsetting me terribly." "You are causing a great deal of trouble and annoyance." "So did Romeo." "Eh?" "I said So did Romeo." "I don't know anything about Romeo." "As far as love is concerned, I begin where he left off." "I wish I could persuade you to be sensible."
"Lord Marshmoreton will not require your help tonight," she said. "He will not be working." "Good night," said Billie. "Good night," said Lady Caroline. Percy scowled a valediction. "Money," resumed Lady Caroline, "is immaterial. Maud is in no position to be obliged to marry a rich man. What makes the thing impossible is that Mr. Bevan is nobody. He comes from nowhere.
The people you were lunching with," she explained. "They're leaving." "That's all right. I said good-bye to them." He looked at Lord Marshmoreton. It seemed a suitable opportunity to break the news. "I was lunching with Mr. and Mrs. Byng," he said. Nothing appeared to stir beneath Lord Marshmoreton's tanned forehead. "Reggie Byng and his wife, Lord Marshmoreton," added George.
It might be judicious to continue in that vein, though privately he held the opinion that nothing in Percy's life so became him as this assault on the Force. Lord Marshmoreton, who in his time had committed all the follies of youth, had come to look on his blameless son as scarcely human. "It's not as if you were wild. You've never got into any scrapes at Oxford.
If we wanted further proof, he was an American. You recollect that we heard that the man in Wales was American." There was a portentous silence. Percy stared at the floor. Lady Caroline breathed deeply. Lord Marshmoreton, feeling that something was expected of him, said "Good Gad!" and gazed seriously at a stuffed owl on a bracket. Maud and Reggie Byng came in.
It was Lady Caroline, and not the easy-going peer, who was really to blame in the matter; but the impression that George got from the house-agent's description of Lord Marshmoreton was that the latter was a sort of Nero, possessing, in addition to the qualities of a Roman tyrant, many of the least lovable traits of the ghila monster of Arizona.
It was in the year seventeen 'undred and eighty-seven that Lord Leonard Forth, eldest son of 'Is Grace the Dook of Lochlane, 'urled 'imself out of this window in order to avoid compromising the beautiful Countess of Marshmoreton, with oom 'e is related to 'ave 'ad a ninnocent romance.
I was walking along Piccadilly on my way to lunch at the club, when, near Burlington Arcade, I was amazed to see Maud." Lady Caroline uttered an exclamation. "Maud? But Maud was here." "I can't understand it," went on Lord Marshmoreton, pursuing his remarks. Righteous indignation had, he felt, gone well.
She was conscious of a curious feeling of affection for the sturdy, weather-tanned little man opposite her. The glimpse she had been given of his inner self had somehow made him come alive for her. "He wants to marry my daughter," said Lord Marshmoreton.
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