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She would hesitate at nothing to attract attention: we all know how she took in poor Professor Foreland." "She actually makes him give bridge-teas every Thursday," Mrs. Leveret piped up. Laura Glyde struck her hands together. "Why, this is Thursday, and it's THERE she's gone, of course; and taken Osric with her!" "And they're shrieking over us at this moment," said Mrs.
The picture evoked by this anecdote did not increase Mrs. Roby's credit with the club, and there was a painful pause, which was broken by Mrs. Plinth's remarking: "I can understand that, with all your other pursuits, you should not find much time for reading; but I should have thought you might at least have got up 'The Wings of Death' before Osric Dane's arrival." Mrs.
And she took a second lump of sugar. The sting that this remark was vaguely felt to conceal was almost neutralised by the satisfaction of being addressed in such technical language. "Ah, the cerebellum," said Miss Van Vluyck complacently. "The Club took a course in psychology last winter." "Which psychology?" asked Osric Dane.
Leveret took courage to speed a timid shaft of irony: "I fancy Osric Dane hardly expected to take a lesson in Xingu at Hillbridge!" Mrs. Ballinger smiled. "When she asked me what we represented do you remember? I wish I'd simply said we represented Xingu!" All the ladies laughed appreciatively at this sally, except Mrs.
"Some one she's met abroad?" "The wonderful part of the book," Mrs. Ballinger conceded, "is that it may be looked at from so many points of view. I hear that as a study of determinism Professor Lupton ranks it with 'The Data of Ethics." "I'm told that Osric Dane spent ten years in preparatory studies before beginning to write it," said Mrs. Plinth. "She looks up everything verifies everything.
I had forgotten that I could hook the hanging chain mail of my helmet across, in such manner that little but my eyes could be seen; but then that was never done but in battle and I had never seen that yet. "Thanks, Mother," said I, with truth, for I saw that I might do this. "This is help indeed." "Not so fast, young sir," answered the crone; "Osric will not have you." "How know you that?"
Now I ask only to be allowed to fight alongside your men in this levy, and after that it is over if I live I will go my way again." That was all I had to say, and when I ceased a talk buzzed up among the thanes. But Matelgar looked black, and Osric made no answer, frowning, indeed, but more I think at the doubt he was in than with anger at me.
"Outlaw I am, Osric, but I can fight; today I bore the war arrow that one who neither knew nor believed me gave me faithfully to Matelgar the Thane, who is here in obedience to that summons. And when I took it I was on my way out of the kingdom as I was bidden, but I turned back because of the need for a trusty messenger.
Osric Allonby apologized for the intrusion; was their humble servant; and with a profusion of congees made as though to withdraw. Mr. Vanringham lounged forward. The comedian had a vogue among the younger men, since at all games of chance they found him untiring and tolerably honest; and his apartments were, in effect, a gambling parlor. Vanringham now took the boy's hand very genially.
I saw that Matelgar longed to speak, but dared not as yet, and then he cast his eye down the hall, and seemed to make some sign. Presently Osric said in a doubtful way, "Never heard I the like. Now I myself know not why an outlaw should not fight if he wills to do so. "What say you, thanes?" he cried loudly, turning to those down the hall.
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