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Their eyes met' and Constance bore the other's gaze without flinching. "We are not such great friends, Lady Ogram. You will remember I told you that I knew him but slightly." "All right. It has nothing to do with me, whether you're friends or not. You can answer as my secretary, I suppose?" And Lady Ogram, with her uncertain, yet not undignified, footfall, went straightway from the room.
Lady Ogram had never cared much for reading; she admired Constance's quick intelligence and power of grappling with printed matter. But that she had little faith in the future of her own sex, she would have been tempted to say: "There is the coming woman."
She remarked a change in her friend since he had ceased to be Leonard's tutor; he seemed to hold her in slighter esteem, a result, no doubt, of the larger prospects opening before him. She was jealous of old Lady Ogram, whose place and wealth gave her such power to shape a man's fortunes.
Of course you know, Miss Bride, that I had never heard of Lady Ogram until a few days ago?" "Yes, I have heard the story." "Do let us get our hats and run out. I want to see everything." They went into the garden, and May, whilst delighting in all she saw, asked a multitude of questions about her great-aunt.
She is no bride for you. Is that the case?" "I am sorry to say it is the truth, Lady Ogram." Having uttered these words, Dyce felt the heroic mood begin to stir in him. He had no alternative now, and would prove himself equal to the great occasion. "You want to marry someone else?"
"What a strange thing!" the girl exclaimed, as ingenuously as she had ever spoken in her life. "Isn't it! I can explain in a word or two. Lady Ogram wished us to marry; it was a favourite project of hers. She spoke to me about it putting me in a very difficult position, for I felt sure that Miss Bride had no such regard for me as your aunt supposed.
He had thrust his hands into his trouser pockets, and crossed his legs; he smiled frowningly at the fire. "Does Lady Ogram know your circumstances?" Iris asked, in a lower voice. "I can't be sure. She may have heard something about them from my friend. Naturally, I didn't tell her that I was penniless."
I would tell you why but I should only send you to sleep." Her guest begged to hear the story, and sat down to listen. Though the day had been so unusually long and fatiguing, Lady Ogram seemed to feel no effect of it; her eyes were still lustrous she held herself with as much dignity as when the guests arrived.
Constance at length ventured to ask. Lady Ogram delayed her answer for a moment, then, speaking thickly in her tired voice, and with slow emphasis: "I'm glad to know him. Beyond a doubt, he is the coming man." On his return, Lashmar found a letter from Mrs. Woolstan awaiting him at Upper Woburn Place.
In the book she was carrying, a French volume arrived by post this morning, she had found things which troubled her mind and her temper; she was in no mood for submitting to harsh dictatorship. But those blood-shot eyes and shrivelled lips, the hollow temples and drawn cheeks which told of physical suffering, stilled her irritation. "I will tell them at once, Lady Ogram."
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