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Tucking her little thin sharp hand under his arm, she said quietly: "My dear, don't brood over it. That will never do." But Miltoun removed her hand gently, and laid it back on the dust rug, nor did he answer, or show other sign of having heard. And Lady Casterley, deeply wounded, pressed her faded lips together, and said sharply: "Slower, please, Frith!"
"You're honest. By whom?" Again Miltoun felt rising within him a sort of fury. Once for all he would slay this red-haired rebel; he answered with almost savage irony: "Strangely enough, by that Being to mention whom you object working through the medium of the best." "High-Priest!
As I was saying I've not had a better piece this year. I haven't really!" "Shrewd old dreamer," muttered Miltoun; "the Socialists haven't got beyond him, even now." The little man's eyes blinked, as though apologizing for the views of Thomas More. "Well," he said, "I suppose he was one of them. I forget if your lordship's very strong on politics?" Miltoun smiled.
Eustace Cardoc, Viscount Miltoun, had lived a very lonely life, since he first began to understand the peculiarities of existence. With the exception of Clifton, his grandmother's 'majordomo, he made, as a small child, no intimate friend.
The thought that someone this hard old woman of the hard world should have shaped in words the hauntings of her love and pride through all those ages since Miltoun spoke to her of his resolve; that someone else should have had to tell her what her heart had so long known it must do this stabbed her like a knife! This, at all events, she could not bear!
It was an intense relief, when, saying that he wanted a certain magazine, Miltoun strode off into the town. To Harbinger, no less than to Miltoun and Barbara, last night had been bitter and restless. The sight of that pale swaying figure, with the parted lips, whirling round in Courtier's arms, had clung to his vision ever since, the Ball.
Treat the thing as it deserves to be treated. It'll die." Miltoun, however, smiled. "I'm not sure," he said, "that the consequences will be as you think, but I shall do as you say." "As for your candidature, any man with a spark of generosity in his soul will rally to you because of it." "Possibly," said Miltoun. "It will lose me the election, for all that."
But after the ladies had withdrawn, Harbinger, with that plain-spoken spontaneity which was so unexpected, perhaps a little intentionally so, in connection with his almost classically formed face, uttered words to the effect that, if they did not fundamentally kick that rumour, it was all up with Miltoun. Really this was serious! And the beggars knew it, and they were going to work it.
If that love was to be starved and die away, it would not be because of any moral scruples. She opened her paper languidly; and almost the first words she read, under the heading of Election News, were these: 'Apropos of the outrage on Mr. Courtier, we are requested to state that the lady who accompanied Lord Miltoun to the rescue of that gentleman was Mrs. Lees Noel, wife of the Rev.
"We have just heard that Miltoun is going to ask Mrs. Noel to marry him. People are never mysterious, are they, without good reason? I wanted you to tell me who is she?" "I don't think I quite grasp the situation," murmured Courtier. "You said to marry him?" Seeing that she had put out her hand, as if begging for the truth, he added: "How can your brother marry her she's married!" "Oh!"
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