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He found Miss Mallory the centre of a circle of spectators and listeners, engaged apparently in a three-cornered and very hot discussion with Mr. Barton, the Socialist member, and Oliver Marsham. Diana had entirely forgotten herself, her shyness, the strange house, and all her alarms. If Lady Niton took nothing for granted at Tallyn, that was not, it seemed, the case with John Barton.
I am most reluctant to go, though on two former occasions when I used change of air, in August 1829 at Exmouth, and in 1835 at Niton in the Isle of Wight, the Lord abundantly blessed me in doing so, both bodily and spiritually.
"They don't put non-essentials aside, as we do. A girl like that, in love with what she calls 'glory' and 'prestige, is a dangerous and demoralizing influence. That glorification of the Army is at the root of half our crimes!" Mrs. Fotheringham's pale skin had flushed till it made one red with her red hair. Lady Niton looked at her with mingled amusement and irritation.
Bobbie felt himself a selfish beast; but all the same his "Ettie" and his debts; the pros and cons of the various schemes for his future, in which he had hitherto allowed Lady Niton to play so queer and tyrannical a part all these burned on his tongue till he could confide them to Diana. Meanwhile the talk strayed to Ferrier and politics dangerous ground!
She, however, would have discovered many ways of dragging them in, and of setting down Diana; but here her brother was on the watch, and time after time she found herself checked or warded off. Diana, indeed, was well defended. The more ill-humored Mrs. Fotheringham grew, the more Lady Niton enjoyed the evening and her own "Nitonisms."
"Nothing is settled," said Lady Lucy, hastily; "and I need not say, Elizabeth, that if you have any affection for us or any consideration for Miss Mallory you will not breathe a word of this most sad business to anybody." "Well, for Oliver's sake, if he doesn't intend to behave like a man, I do certainly hope it may be kept dark!" cried Lady Niton.
Well, I won't, Lucy! I won't! That's flat. There's my hand. Good-bye!" Lady Lucy took it patiently, though from no other person in the world save Elizabeth Niton would she have so taken it. "I thought, Elizabeth, you would have tried to understand me." Elizabeth Niton shook her head. "There's only your Maker could do that, Lucy. And He must be pretty puzzled to account for you sometimes. Good-bye.
Alicia discreetly disappeared, and Lady Niton, after an inquiry as to her friend's health delivered, as it were, at the point of the bayonet, and followed by a flying remark on the absurdity of treating your body as if it were only given you to be harried plunged headlong into the great topic. What an amazing business! Now at last one would see what Oliver was made of!
"May I introduce you to my friend? Mrs. Colwood Lady Niton." For her glance of appeal had brought Mrs. Colwood to her aid, and between them they coped with this enfant terrible among dowagers till the gentlemen came in. "Here is Sir James Childe," said Lady Niton, rising. "He wants to talk to you, and he don't like me. So I'll go."
She had rung the bell, and was waiting on the steps, when a pony-carriage also turned into the Lytchett avenue and drew near rapidly. A girl in a shady hat was driving it. "The very creature!" cried Lady Niton, under her breath, smartly tapping her tiny boot with the black cane she carried, and referring apparently to some train of meditation in which she had been just engaged.
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