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And if I may venture how can you be sure that Miss Tomalin will recommend herself to you?" "Isn't she of my own blood?" cried Lady Ogram, in a high croak of exasperation. "Isn't she my brother's grandchild the only creature of my own blood living?" "I merely urge a little prudence " "Is the girl a fool?" "I have no reason to think so. But she has led a quiet, provincial life "
He paid me the compliment of perfect frankness. His reason was, that he wished to marry someone else." "And who is that?" came hoarsely from Lady Ogram. "Miss Tomalin." May had lost her natural colour. She could not take her eyes from the speaker; her lips were parted, her forehead was wrinkled into a strange expression of frightened animosity.
The baronet's widow became one of the most remarkable women of her time, all the more remarkable because of lowly origin; Miss Tomalin, heiress of a great fortune, had pure colonial blood in her veins, yet pursued with delightful zeal the finest culture of an old civilisation. As Mrs. Toplady talked thus, the door opened to admit Mr. Lashmar, and there was an end of confidences for that day.
"To my great regret, Miss Tomalin or May, as I have come to call her leaves me the day after to-morrow. But the advantage is yours at Rivenoak. Please give my love to dear Lady Ogram, who I hope is now quite well again. With kindest regards. "Sincerely yours,
The analogy of Lord Honeybourne came into his mind; Lord Honeybourne, whose marriage had been the turning-point of his career, and whose wife, in many respects, bore a resemblance to May Tomalin. "I shall have to think very seriously about it," May was replying. "But nothing could interest me more. You don't feel at all inclined for public life?"
Glad to stand up and move, Dyce did her bidding. Only a few moments elapsed before Constance Bride and May Tomalin entered the room. "Constance, come here," said Lady Ogram. "You" she glared at May "stand where I can have a good view of you." Lashmar had welcomed their entrance with a smile.
She wished him no harm; none whatever. It delighted her to see a man make his way in the stupid world by superiority of wits, and Dyce Lashmar was a favourite of hers; she had by no means yet done with him. All the same, this chance of entertainment must not be lost. Having gone down rather earlier than usual, she found Miss Tomalin also studiously engaged, a solid tome open before her.
They smiled at each other, May's visage flushed and agitated, and the train whirled away. In the carriage awaiting Miss Tomalin at Hollingford station sat Constance Bride. "A horrible journey!" May exclaimed, taking a seat beside her. "No seat in a through carriage at St. Pancras. Had to change at the junction. Somebody in the train had a fit, or something no wonder, with such heat!
Constance felt no doubt as to the person whom the bust was supposed to represent, and her disgust at what she thought the shameless flattery practised by the sculptor hardly allowed her to reply. "Of course," she said, in as even a voice as possible, "it is a portrait of Miss Tomalin." Lady Ogram's eyes shone; on the point of laughing, she restrained herself, and looked at her niece.
Be active a bit, man, wilt thou, and just force open his teeth with the haft of thy dudgeon-dagger." "Hold, hold he is conformable," said Tomalin; "see, see, he signs for the goblet give him room, boys! OOP SEY ES, quoth the Dutchman down it goes like lamb's-wool! Nay, they are true topers when once they begin your Turk never coughs in his cup, or stints in his liquoring."
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