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"I'm delighted to hear it!" exclaimed his mother. "It's just what I had supposed. What could be more natural. Do you think, by the bye, that I ought to go and see Lady Ogram? It might seem to her a right and natural thing. And, from what you tell me of her, I feel sure we should have a good deal in common." "I've thought of that too," Dyce answered, averting his look. "But wait a little.
It was shortly before mid-day when again there came a summons from Lady Ogram; obeying it, Constance took Lord Dymchurch's letter in her hand. Lady Ogram had risen. She was in the little drawing-room upstairs, reclining upon a sofa; the effort of walking thus far had exhausted her. "I hear that Mr. Lashmar has called this morning," she began, half raising herself, but at once sinking back again.
"Surely you don't need to be told. She'll do her best to injure us with Lady Ogram." "You're mistaken. I have only to see her and talk to her as I will, this morning. Before luncheon, she shall be firmly on our side, I promise you! Don't have the least anxiety about her. The only serious difficulty is with Lady Ogram." "You mean to tell Miss Bride the truth?" exclaimed May.
Somewhere, certainly. He tried hard to remember, but without success. "I think you will like her," pursued Lady Ogram, "and she will perhaps be useful to you. She likes to know everybody who is, or is going to be, somebody. She'll ask you, no doubt, to her house in Pont Street, where you'll meet a great many fools and some reasonable people.
Constance, meanwhile, noted the countenance of May Tomalin, which exhibited the same kind of pleased approval. Only a day or two ago, May, speaking on this subject, had expressed views diametrically opposite. After luncheon, Lady Ogram held Lashmar in talk, whilst the two young ladies conversed with the baronet apart.
But I am sure, Lady Ogram, that you dealt with her very kindly." "Exactly." The smile was very grim indeed, and the voice very hoarse. "But the things I couldn't ask May to tell me, I expect to hear from you. Begin with this morning. You met her, I understand, before you came to the house to see Constance." Dyce fell straight into the trap. He spoke almost gaily. "Yes; we met at eight o'clock."
The woman of the world, the humourist and cynic, saw it with admiration. "Ah, that puts my mind at ease!" murmured Mrs. Toplady. "To tell the truth, I have been worrying a little. Sometimes elderly people are so very tenacious of their ideas. Of course Lady Ogram has nothing but your good at heart." "Of course!" exclaimed the girl.
In the afternoon he went to Bunting's Hotel, but Lady Ogram was not at home. He inquired for Miss Bride, and was presently led up to the private drawing-room, where Constance sat writing. As they shook hands, their eyes scarcely met. "Can you spare me a few minutes?" asked the visitor. "There's something here I wanted to show Lady Ogram; but I shall be still more glad to talk it over with you."
Baldwin, who presently, as if making a casual call, dropped in to see his patient. The doctor knew how to comport himself with Lady Ogram. He began by remarking cheerfully how well she looked, and asking whether she had settled the details of her summer holiday.
Bring water and soap. I will wait here whilst you do it." The task was quickly performed; the marble shone once more, and its pedestal of lustrous black looked little the worse for long seclusion. Lady Ogram sat with her eyes fixed upon the work of art, and for a minute or two neither moved nor spoke.
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