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He finds consolation in his mother's poodle, who climbs on his knees, giving herself up a willing prey to his teasing. "Maurice, you are not attending," says Lady Rylton at last, with a touch of serious anger. "I am indeed I am, I assure you," says Maurice, looking up. "If I'm not, it's your poodle's fault; she is such a fascinating creature."
"You! you " Lady Rylton advances towards her with a movement that is almost threatening. "Don't be uneasy about it," says Tita, with a scornful little laugh, and a gesture that destroys the meaning of Lady Rylton's. "I don't want to be the mistress here. I dislike the place. I shall be delighted if you will live here instead of me." "You are too good!" says Lady Rylton, in a choking tone.
Twice during these ten days Rylton has called, always asking scrupulously for Margaret; and Margaret only has he seen. Hescott had called once, but Tita would not see him either, and poor Margaret had a rather dreadful interview with him.
"That you have given me." "You don't care for them, then?" "Yes I do. I love them, but there was nobody to give them to me. I was very young, you see, when poor daddy died." She stops; her mouth takes a mournful curve; the large gray eyes look with a sort of intensity through the windows to something something beyond but something that Rylton cannot see. After all, is she so trivial?
"I wish to speak to her." "I should advise you to do no such foolish thing," says Mrs. Bethune, rising too. "You advise! you! Who are you?" says Lady Rylton insolently. "When did I ask for your advice, or take it? Send that girl here directly." "Surely you forget that 'that girl' is at this moment your hostess!" says Marian Bethune, who has some sense of decency left.
And then, when hope was at an end, he destroyed self he married you!" "You are very plain! You leave nothing to be said." Tita has compelled herself to this answer, but her voice is faint. Her poor little face, beautiful even in its distress, is as white as death. "I am sorry " "For Maurice? So you ought to be," says Lady Rylton, unmoved even by that pathetic face before her. Tita turns upon her.
He has drawn back with a sharp pang. "Yes! Be warned in time." "Who is daring to talk about me?" "Not about you directly; but about Lady Rylton." Some strange feeling compels him to put a fresh question for her, though he knows what the answer will be. "My mother?" "This is unworthy of you," says Marian slowly. "No; I meant Tita!" "Tita! You wrong her!" says he. "Why speak of her?
Bethune, wonders if it was meant for grief for the uncle's life with Lady Rylton. "He was the ugliest man I ever saw, without exception," says Lady Rylton placidly; "and I was never for a moment blind to the fact, but he was well off at that time, and, of course, I married him. I wasn't in love with him." She pauses, and makes a little apologetic gesture with her fan and shoulders.
If she had said a thousand words, they could not have brought her meaning more forcibly home to him than these two, "Not more." "Oh, think!" cries she, clasping her hands in a sort of ecstasy. "To-day this very day in an hour or so, we shall be miles, and miles, and miles away from each other! What more can you desire?" Rylton brings his hand down upon the table before him.
"Let me bring you back to Mother Earth, then," says Rylton. "No, thank you; I can take myself down." "That's being unkind to yourself. Take down your friends if you like, but spare yourself." "I should like to take you down," says she maliciously. "Am I your friend, then?" "No no, indeed!" "Well " He pauses and looks at her.
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