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Instinctively, as if no years had rolled between as if she were still the little child, he the boy who had coveted such a sister he sprang forward and opened his arms, and as suddenly halted, dropped the arms to, his side, blushing, confused, abashed. She! that vagrant child! she! that form so elegant that great peeress's pupil adopted daughter, she the poor wandering Sophy! She! impossible!
And yet I don't wish that either, for I am intensely proud of you. 'And some day, before we are much older, you will sit in your robes in the peeress's gallery. 'Oh, I couldn't, cried Mary. 'I should make a fool of myself, somehow. I should look like a housemaid in borrowed plumes. Remember, I have no Anstand I have been told so all my life.
We were to have gone to the Peeress's School this morning, an appointment having been made to show us about. Mamma's cold preventing her going, we had somebody 'phone to see if the time could be changed. And this afternoon appear for her some lovely lilies and amaryllis these being from people we had never seen.
Audrey said briefly that she did think so, glad that the peeress's intense and excusable interest in herself kept her from being curious about others. "Marriage ain't all chocolate-creams," said the peeress after a pause. "Have one?" And she opened her bag very hospitably. Then she turned to her magazines.
'And you will not go to town from Easter to Lammastide, as other noble ladies do? asked the younger girl, rather disappointed at this aspect of a viscountess's life. 'I don't know. 'But you will give dinners, and travel, and go to see his friends, and have them to see you? 'I don't know. 'Will you not be, then, as any other peeress; and shall not I be as any other peeress's sister?
Or, merely, 'These damned brutes. White or Red, there's nothing to choose ... nothing to choose ... Anyhow, it was over, that quest of his, and nothing remained but the placard which coupled his defeat with the peeress's divorce. Arthur Gideon had gone under, but the Potter press, the flaunting banner of the great sentimental public, remained.
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