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The expression was outside her experience, belonging as it were to a different world, with its faintly smiling, almost shining, gravity. Vastly relieved when Miltoun, covered with a fur, had been taken down to the carriage, she lingered to speak to Mrs. Noel. "We owe you a great debt. It might have been so much worse. You mustn't be disconsolate. Go to bed and have a good long rest."
To an exhortation to luring him in to lunch; the servant replied that Lord Miltoun had lunched, and would wait. "Does he know there's no one here?" "Yes, my lady." Lady Valleys pushed back her plate, and rose: "Oh, well!" she said, "I've finished." Lord Valleys also got up, and they went out together, leaving Barbara, who had risen, looking doubtfully at the door.
Anyone who speaks evil of her, has to reckon with me." The man with the refined face said earnestly: "Believe me, Mr. Courtier, I entirely sympathize. We had nothing to do with the paragraph. It's one of those incidents where one benefits against one's will. Most unfortunate that she came out on to the green with Lord Miltoun; you know what people are."
"Consult your common sense, Eustace, for goodness' sake," broke in Lord Valleys. "Isn't it your simple duty to put your scruples in your pocket, and do the best you can for your country with the powers that have been given you?" "I have no common sense." "In that case, of course, it may be just as well that you should leave public life." Miltoun bowed. "Nonsense!" cried Lady Valleys.
Harbinger expressed the opinion that the editor ought to be kicked. Did anybody know what Courtier had done when he heard of it. Where was he dining in his room? Bertie suggested that if Miltoun was at Valleys House, it mightn't be too late to wire to him. The thing ought to be stemmed at once!
On arriving she at once sought out her mother, whom she found in her bedroom, resting. It had been very hot at Goodwood. Barbara was not afraid of her she was not, indeed, afraid of anyone, except Miltoun, and in some strange way, a little perhaps of Courtier; yet, when the maid had gone, she did not at once begin her tale.
They had been brought to a stand-still by a group on the pavement in front of the Queen's Hall: "Shall we go in, and hear some music, and cool our tongues?" Miltoun nodded, and they went in. The great lighted hall, filled with the faint bluefish vapour from hundreds of little rolls of tobacco leaf, was crowded from floor to ceiling.
Averagely well versed in such matters, as became one of his caste, Miltoun had not the power of letting a work of art insidiously steal the private self from his soul, and replace it with the self of all the world; and he examined this far-famed presentment of the heathen goddess with aloofness, even irritation.
Had it been any other of her grandchildren she would not have hesitated, but there was that in Miltoun which held even Lady Casterley in check, and only once during the four hours of travel did she attempt to break down his reserve. She did it in a manner very soft for her was he not of all living things the hope and pride of her heart?
There's no salvation except through courage, though I never could stomach the 'strong man' captain of his soul, Henley and Nietzsche and that sort goes against the grain with me. What do you say, Eustace?" "They meant well," answered Miltoun, "but they protested too much." Lord Dennis moved his head in assent.
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