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He spoke absently, his eyes still upwards. "It is pretty certain that the Conservative side gives me more chance. It enrages me to think how I should have triumphed at Hollingford! I could have roused the place to such enthusiasm as it never knew! The great mistake of my life but what choice had I? Lady Ogram was fatal to me." He groaned, and let his eyelids droop.
"This must all be very gratifying to Lady Ogram," he remarked, in a voice which struck just the right note of dignified reflection. "I understand that it is," replied the manager. "And to Miss Bride also, no doubt." "Does Miss Bride take an active interest in the mill?" "In the hands, she does. She is an uncommon sort of young lady and, I should say, makes her influence felt."
After a little uneasy hesitation, he betook himself to Pont Street. Next, he accepted an invitation to dine there, and found himself in the company of an old Lady Ogram, of whom he had never heard, and a girl with an odd name, her niece, who rather amused him. Calling presently in Pont Street, to discharge his obligation of ceremony, he found Mrs.
Miss Tomalin stood up, looked at the plants and flowers about her, and added in a voice already more courageous: "What a charming room! Green is so good for the eyes." "Are your eyes weak?" inquired Lady Ogram, anxiously. Still, I have been advised to be careful. Of course I read a great deal."
On the whole, it might serve a useful purpose, reminding him to be on guard against certain weaknesses of his temperament, likely to be fostered by ease and liberty. "Lady Ogram is in town," he announced. "I lunch with her to-morrow." The news agitated Mrs. Woolstan. "Will she be alone?" "I suppose so except for her secretary, who of course is always with her."
And how are you, my dear lady? How are you?" "Never was better in my life, Willy!" shrilled Lady Ogram, her voice slipping out of control in her excitement. "Do you know who this is?" "I could make a guess. The face speaks for itself." "Ha! You see the likeness! May, shake hands with Sir William, and make friends with him; he and I knew each other a lifetime before you were born. And this is Mr.
The prospect of living alone with her great-aunt, even in London, had mingled a little uneasiness with her joyful anticipation. Now she abandoned herself to high spirits, and talked until Lady Ogram began to have a headache. For an hour before luncheon they drove out together, May still gossiping, her aged relative now and then attentive, but for the most part drowsily musing.
"You are well, I hope?" said Dyce, feeling uncomfortable, but affecting to see nothing unusual in the face before him. Lady Ogram nodded, impatiently. There was a moment's silence; then, turning her gaze upon him, she said abruptly, in a harsh croak: "What are you waiting for?" Lashmar felt a cold touch along his spine.
She ought to be more than that. What's the use of a photograph? Every photo ever taken of me made me look a simpering idiot." This was by no means true, but Lady Ogram had always been a bad sitter to the camera, and had destroyed most of its results. The oil painting in the dining-room she regarded with a moderate complacency.
Lady Ogram saw what was going on, and thought it over, and hit upon the idea of the paper-mill. Of course most of the Shawe cottagers were no good for such employment, but some of the young people got taken on, and there was work in prospect for children growing up, and in any case, the character of the village was saved.
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