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"Don't you see how it was?" he exclaimed, in a subdued voice of melodious sadness. "Lady Ogram discovered that her niece you remember May Tomalin? thought rather too well of me. This did not suit her views; she had planned a marriage between May and Lord Dymchurch. You know what her temper was. One day she gave me the choice: either I married Constance Bride, or I never entered her house again.
Half an hour later, the circling currents to which he surrendered himself brought him before a row of chairs, where sat the three ladies and, by the side of Miss Tomalin, Lord Dymchurch. May, flushed and bright-eyed, was talking at a great rate; she seemed to be laying down the law in some matter, and Dymchurch, respectfully bent towards her, listened with a thoughtful smile.
Her name is May Tomalin. You're not obliged to like her. You're not obliged to tell me what you think of her. Most likely I shan't ask you. By the bye, I had a letter from Dyce Lashmar this morning." "Indeed?" said the other, with a careless smile. "I like his way of writing. It's straight-forward and sharp-cut, like his talk.
The barbarian who imagines himself on the pinnacle of refinement is in a parlous state far more likely to retrograde than to advance." "There should be a league of landowners," said Miss Tomalin, "pledged to forbid any such horror on their own property." "I don't know that I have much faith in leagues," returned Sir William. "I am a lost individualist.
Search had gone on with more or less persistence, and Tomalins had come to light, but in no case could a clear connection be established with the genealogical tree, which so far as Arabella had knowledge of it, rooted in the person of John Tomalin of Hackney, her grandfather, by trade a cabinet-maker, deceased somewhere about 1840.
After all, remembering their intimacy long ago at Alverholme, he felt a fitness in this fated sequel. It gave him the pleasant sense of honourable conduct. He smiled at the thought that he had fancied himself in love with May Tomalin. The girl was a half-educated simpleton, who would only have made him ridiculous.
There was a short silence, then Miss Tomalin spoke as if an amusing thought had struck her. "You received that American magazine from Mrs. Toplady? Isn't it an odd coincidence the French book, you know?" "It didn't seem to me very striking," replied Constance, coldly. "No? Perhaps not." May became careless. "I hadn't time to read it myself; I only heard what Mrs. Toplady said about it."
Rooke, saying that his client, a widowed lady living at her country house, hoped to have the pleasure of making her young relative's acquaintance, and would shortly address a letter to Miss Tomalin? This course finally met with Lady Ogram's approval; she agreed to let a week pass before taking the next step.
"No, with Miss Tomalin." "Why didn't you say so at once? Where are the others? Tell them I am down." Constance delayed replying for a moment, then said with cold respectfulness: "You will find Sir William and Lady Amys in the drawing-room." "I shall find them there, shall I? And what if I don't wish to go into the drawing-room?" Constance looked into the angry face.
Constance, meanwhile, noted the countenance of May Tomalin, which exhibited the same kind of pleased approval. Only a day or two ago, May, speaking on this subject, had expressed views diametrically opposite. After luncheon, Lady Ogram held Lashmar in talk, whilst the two young ladies conversed with the baronet apart.
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