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His face was the color of putty, and he had that look in his eyes which, I remember, long ago I used to say appeared as if he had not had enough sleep. His expression was sulky and morose, and I was thankful when at last we started. The guests were catching all sorts of trains. There were casual good-byes. Lady Tilchester was not down, and no one occupied themselves much with any one.
She must be my model for my future treating of Augustus This is the most perfect and beautiful lady in the world. I think. There were only a couple of men staying in the house besides myself until the Saturday, when a crowd of people came. In these few days I got to know Margaret Tilchester more intimately. Her beautiful nature would stand any test.
Lady Tilchester, he said, had a new scheme on hand for the employment of the returning volunteers whose places in business had been filled up in their absence. She was absorbed in this undertaking, but when not too busy was more charming than ever. "I spent a Sunday at Harley a couple of weeks ago." he said.
There was a great deal of business to be seen about in connection with the will. Lady Tilchester had telegraphed at once all her sympathy, and I got numbers of letters from all sorts of people. Among them Lady Grenellen! A beautifully expressed note, full of the friendliest sympathy.
Lord Tilchester entered the room, and said "How d'y do," to me. He is a gruff, unattractive person. I do not know what Babykins sees in him. He spent his time eating tea-cake and feeding the dogs, with a casual remark here and there. At last he left. I was glad. Lady Tilchester's manner to him is always gracious and complacent. She attends to his wishes, and talks to him without yawning.
"Tilchester, as you have, of course, told every one whom they are to take in, we may as well start." Lord Tilchester had been sitting in the window-seat with Babykins, and had completely forgotten this duty, I suppose. He got up guiltily and fumbled for a paper in his pocket. "Oh, don't let us wait for that," said Mr. Budge, gruffly.
"I will tell you about that when you come to Dane Mount." "I wish you could have got Lady Tilchester to go, then. I do like her so much. She has been very kind to me. It would give me pleasure to see her." "She is a delightful woman." "She told me how long she had known you since her wedding-day, I think she said and, oh, lots of things about you. She seemed " He moved his arm suddenly.
"I have been accustomed to be run after all my life," she continued, "so it does not amount to anything, a man making love to me. But he is beautiful, isn't he? Lord Luffton, I mean." "Yes, though he has the reputation of great fickleness. The Duke would probably make a better husband," I said. I felt I owed it to Lady Tilchester to do something towards advancing the cause.
Lady Tilchester was not playing bridge, and she sat down in the window-seat beside me. It was a lovely night, and the windows were wide open. She is the most delightful companion. I am beginning to know her a little and to realize how much there is to know. To-night she was more than usually fascinating. It seemed as if she wished to make me forget everything but the pleasure in our conversation.
Augustus was waiting among the other men of their party, with an enormous bouquet. Not one of those dainty posies with dropping sprays one sees in the Paris shops, but a good lump of flowers, arranged like a cauliflower, evidently the work of the Tilchester florist. How I should like to have thrown it at his head! He gave me his arm, and in this fashion we entered the ballroom.
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