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Il n'y en a pas. Isn't it delightful?" "Very neat," said Lady Tranmore, smiling. "When did you invent that? You, I hear, are to be Diana?" Kitty made a gesture of despair. "Ask Fanchette it depends on her. There is no one but she in London who can do it. Oh, by-the-way, what's Mary going to be? I suppose a Madonna of sorts."
Yet all the time she saw the high mountains of her dream, the old inn, the receding face of her child on William's shoulder; and the tears ran down her cheeks. The letter from William that Lady Tranmore had given her lay on a table near. She took it up, and lit a candle to read it. "Kitty I bid you come home.
They can't have taken more than an hour to speechify after the declaration of the poll. And I know William meant to catch that train if he possibly could." "And take his seat this evening?" Lady Tranmore nodded. She moved restlessly about the room, fidgeting with a book here and there, and evidently full of thoughts. Mary Lyster watched her a little longer, then quietly took up her work again.
"For their party next week?" "Yes. I hope Kitty won't tire herself out. It has been a rush lately." "Does she ever rest?" "Never as far as I can see. And I am afraid she has been very much worried." "About that silly affair with Prince Stephan?" said Lady Tranmore. Margaret French nodded. "She vows that she meant no harm, and did no harm, and that it has been all malice and exaggeration.
The scene was ablaze with uniforms, for the Speaker had been giving a dinner, and Royalty was expected. But, as Lady Tranmore perceived at once, very few members of the House of Commons were present. A hot debate on some detail of the naval estimates had been sprung on ministers, and the whips on each side had been peremptorily keeping their forces in hand.
"Well, they didn't come my way," said William, contentedly munching at bread-and-butter. "I have gone through all the usual humbug and perjured my soul in all the usual ways without any consolation worth speaking of." "Don't talk nonsense, sir," said Lady Tranmore. "You know you like speaking and you like compliments and you've had plenty of both." "You didn't read me, mother!"
In Ashe's own contest, her sallies and indiscretions had already begun to do mischief when Lady Tranmore had succeeded in enticing her to London by the bait of a French clairvoyante, with whom Kitty nightly tempted the gods who keep watch over the secrets of fate till William's poll had been declared. All this was deplorably true.
And, indeed, Kitty's own arrangements were almost complete, her money in her purse, the clothes she meant to take with her packed in one small trunk, some of the Tranmore jewels which she had been recently wearing ready to be returned on the morrow to Lady Tranmore's keeping, other jewels, which she regarded as her own, together with the remainder of her clothes, put aside, in order to be left in the custody of the landlord of the apartment till Kitty should claim them again.
"And Mr. Ashe do you know if he is going, after all?" she asked of the maid as the latter was retreating. "Mr. Ashe says he will, if he may wear just court-dress," said the maid, smiling. "Not unless. And her ladyship's afraid it won't be allowed." "She'll make him go in costume," thought Lady Tranmore. "And he will do it, or anything, to avoid a scene."
While life lasts the lost sheep can always be sought and found; and love, the mystical wine, can always be poured into the wounds of the soul, healing and recreating! But he said no more. He felt himself humiliated and defeated. Ashe and Lady Tranmore took leave of him with an extreme gentleness and affection. He would almost rather they had treated him ill.
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