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Lady Lucy sat in pale endurance, throwing in an occasional protest, not budging by one inch and no doubt reminding herself from time to time, in the intervals of her old friend's attacks, of the letter she had just despatched to Beechcote until, at last, Lady Niton, having worked herself up into a fine frenzy to no purpose at all, thought it was time to depart.
An orphan at fourteen, earning her own living from the first; self-dependent, self-protected; the friend, on perfectly equal terms, of a group of able men, interested in the same social ideals as herself; living alone, in contempt of all ordinary conventions, now in Kensington or Belgravia, and now in a back street of Stepney, or Poplar, and equally at home and her own mistress in both; exacting from a rich employer the full market value of the services she rendered him, and refusing to accept the smallest gift or favor beyond; a convinced Socialist and champion of the poor, who had within the past twelve months, to Marsham's knowledge, refused an offer of marriage from a man of large income, passionately devoted to her, whom she liked mainly, it was believed, because his wealth was based on sweated labor: such was the character sketched by Marsham for his neighbor in the intermittent conversation, which was all that Lady Niton allowed him.
Bobbie sat down abruptly; the girl stared at the carpet. "I don't see the point of your remark," said Bobbie at last, with mildness. "When last I had the honor of hearing of her, Lady Niton was taking the air or the waters at Strathpeffer." "As far as I know," remarked Sir James, "she is staying with the Feltons, five miles off, at this moment." Bobbie whistled. "Close quarters!"
"You sha'n't go to Berlin!" she said to him, vehemently, as she just allowed him to take her hand. "Dear Lady Niton! I must." "You sha'n't! I tell you! I've got you a place in London a, thousand times, better than your fool of an uncle could ever get you. Uncle, indeed! Read that letter!" She tossed him one from her bag. Bobbie read, while Lady Niton stared hard at the girl.
Mr. Ferrier lunched with her on Monday, and casually remarked that Lady Lucy was not as well as usual. Lady Niton replied that she would look her up that afternoon; and she added: "And what about that procrastinating fellow Oliver? Is he engaged yet?" "Not to my knowledge," said Mr. Ferrier, after a pause. "Then he ought to be! What on earth is he shilly-shallying for?
The rays from radium compounds discharge electrified bodies, ionise gases, that is, cause them to conduct electricity, act on photographic plates, and produce profound changes in living organisms. The radium emanation is a gas about 111 times heavier than hydrogen; to this gas Sir William Ramsay has given the name niton.
He needn't come to me! I won't give him another penny." "I don't advise you to offer it," said Sir James, with suavity. "Bobbie has got a post in Berlin through his uncle, and is going off for a twelvemonth to learn banking." Lady Niton sat blinking and speechless. Sir James drew the muslin curtain back from the window. "There they are, you see Bobbie and the Explanation.
Diana, in discomfort, glanced through the archway, leading to the inner drawing-room, which framed the sparkling figure of Miss Drake and murmured a complimentary remark. "No!" said Lady Niton, with emphasis; "no she's not handsome though she makes people believe she is. You'll see in five years.
"All the same he will get in; and if he don't get office now he will in a few years." "Oliver must be flattered that you believe in him so." "I don't believe in him at all," said Lady Niton, sharply. "Every country has the politicians it deserves." Bobbie grinned. "I don't find you a democrat yet." "I'm just as much of one as anybody in this house, for all their fine talk.
The topics that Diana fled from, Lady Niton took up; and when Mrs. Fotheringham, bewildered by an avalanche of words, would say "Give me time, please, Lady Niton I must think!" Lady Niton would reply, coolly "Not unless you're accustomed to it"; while she finally capped her misdeeds by insisting that it was no good to say Mr.
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