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Toplady might help him to solve the mystery of Lady Ogram's niece. Confound Lady Ogram's niece! Her appearance could not have been more inopportune. The old woman was obviously quite taken up with her, and, as likely as not, would lose all her interest in politics. Here was the explanation of her not having answered his last long letter. Confound Miss what was her foolish name? Tomalin!
In the inflamed state of Constance's pride, a feminine slap such as this sent such a tingling along her nerves that she quivered visibly. It flashed into her mind that Dyce Lashmar had all but certainly talked of her to May with significant look and tone, whatever his words. How much had he told her? Lady Ogram's voice was again heard. "Well, that's true.
Can you tell me Lady Ogram's age?" Constance replied that it was not far from eighty. "Really, I should have taken her for older still. She seems very nice; I think I shall like her. I wonder whether she will ask me often to Rivenoak? Do you know whether she means to?"
The baronet had behaved very generously to her in his last will and testament. Certain sums went to kinsfolk, to charities, to servants; his land and the bulk of his personal estate became Lady Ogram's own.
"Look here," cried Lashmar, standing before her with his hands in his pockets, "you know perfectly well perfectly well that, if I accept this offer, you'll think the worse of me." Iris started up. "It isn't true! I shall think the worse of you if you go down to Lady Ogram's house, and act and speak as if you were independent.
He added what was meant for a reassuring look, and began to talk of electioneering details. Lady Ogram's life had been much guided by superstition. No one knew it, or suspected it, for this was among the tokens of her origin which she carefully kept out of sight.
How long must elapse before he could know the contents of Lady Ogram's will? In a very short time he would have need of money; he had been disbursing freely, and could not face the responsibilities of the election, without assurance that his finances would soon be on a satisfactory footing. He thought nervously of Constance Bride, more nervously still of May Tomalin.
I cut up rough when I'm worried." "Oh, I don't mind a bit!" exclaimed Mrs. Gallantry, gaily. "But I do," was Lady Ogram's rejoinder, which again made her laugh, with the result that she had to sink back into her chair, waving an impatient adieu as Mr. Gallantry's long, loose figure bowed before her.
The illusion was aided by a crown of hair such as no woman of Lady Ogram's age ever did, or possibly could, possess in her own right; hair of magnificent abundance, of rich auburn hue, plaited and rolled into an elaborate coiffure. Before this singular figure, Dyce Lashmar paused and bowed.
Incessantly be reviewed the stages of his foolishness and, as he deemed it, of his dishonour. But he had lost the power to understand that phantasm of himself which pranked so grotesquely in the retrospect. Was it true that he had reasoned and taken deliberate step after step in the wooing of Lady Ogram's niece?
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