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A bad night had left the old lady with a ghastly visage, but she smiled with grim contentment as her secretary entered. "Come, I want you to tell me what you talked about. Where is she now? What is she doing?" "Miss Tomalin is in the library, rejoicing among the books." "She is very intellectual," said Lady Ogram. "I never knew anyone so keen about knowledge.
Since the coming of May Tomalin, a new reason or rather, emotion fortified her resolve; seeing a possibility, even a likelihood, that May and Lashmar might attract each other, and having very definite views with regard to her niece, she was impatient for a declared betrothal of Constance and the aspiring politician.
It goes without saying that she does not know I am having this conversation with you." "I think, Mrs. Toplady," said Dyce, with deliberation, "that you had better tell me, if you will, exactly what you have heard from Miss Tomalin. We shall be more sure of understanding each other." "That's easily done.
Dyce had never heard himself speak so magnanimously; he smiled with pleasure, and continued in a peculiarly suave voice. "I am sure Miss Tomalin will find in you a steadfast friend." "I shall do what I can for her, of course," was the rather dry answer. "At the same time, I hold to my view of Miss Bride's responsibility.
It's a delicate matter and only because we were such intimate friends." "If you will have done with all this preamble," Constance interrupted, with forced calm, "and tell me what there is to be told, I am quite willing to listen." "Well, I will do so. It's this. I am in love with May Tomalin, and I want to marry her." Their eyes met, Dyce was smiling, an uneasy, abashed smile.
"I don't think it's very common;" Mrs. Toplady let fall, "for the country clergy or indeed the clergy anywhere to have brilliant sons." "It certainly isn't," May agreed. And, after reflecting, she added: "I suppose one may call Mr. Lashmar brilliant?" Miss Tomalin had continued to profit by her opportunities.
You told me that Miss Tomalin had already confessed everything to you. I naturally believed you incapable of falsehood " "Being yourself such a man of honour!" Lady Ogram interrupted, with savage scorn. "Constance, you are the only one who has not told me lies, and you have been shamefully treated "
Neither Miss Tomalin nor Miss Bride had been seen by anyone. The day of the funeral arrived; the hour appointed was half-past two. All the morning rain fell, and about mid-day began a violent thunder storm, which lasted for an hour. Then the sky began to clear, and as Lashmar started for Rivenoak be saw a fine rainbow across great sullen clouds, slowly breaking upon depths of azure.
Rooke, a manufacturer, in whose house Miss Tomalin is resident, and has been for a good many years; to be precise, since she was nine years old. Without trouble I discovered the girl's history. Her grandfather, Joseph Tomalin, died in Canada forty-seven years ago " "How do you know it was Jo my brother?" asked the listener, sharply.
"You speak of 'vexation. Do you really imagine that that word will describe Lady Ogram's state of mind if she learns that Lord Dymchurch is rejected?" "Of course there will be a scene. We can't help that. We must face it, and hope in Lady Ogram's commonsense." "Answer another question. How do you know that May Tomalin will refuse Lord Dymchurch?" "I had better refuse to answer.
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