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Her face changed and softened instantly. "Are you? I'm so sorry. I I always say something stupid. Then Lady Tranmore used to come to maman's parties before " She had grown quite pale; it seemed to him that her hand shook. Ashe felt an extraordinary pang of pity and concern. "It's I, you see, to whom your mother has been kind," he said, gently.
Elizabeth Tranmore looked at her with a secret passion of dislike. Her English pride of race, no less than the prejudices of her taste and training, could hardly endure the fact that, for William's sake, she must make herself agreeable to Lady Parham. Agreeable, however, she tried to be. Kitty had seemed to her tired in the afternoon, and had, no doubt, gone to bed so she averred.
Most of the party had dispersed. Only Lady Tranmore and Margaret French were on the lawn. Margaret was writing some household notes for Kitty; Lady Tranmore sat in meditation, with a book before her which she was not reading. Miss French glanced at her from time to time. Ashe's mother was beginning to show the weight of years far more plainly than she had yet done.
And the following day she had come alone her own choice to take tea with Lady Tranmore, on that lady's invitation, as prompted by her son. Ashe himself had arrived towards the end of the visit, and had found a Lady Kitty in the height of the fashion, stiff mannered, and flushed to a deep red by her own consciousness that she could not possibly be making a good impression.
"Have you been fretting?" Lady Tranmore made no reply. She was a self-contained woman, not readily moved to tears. But he felt her hand tremble as he pressed it. "I sha'n't fret now" she said after a moment "now that you've come back." Ashe's face took a very soft and tender expression. "Mother, you know you think a great deal too much of me you're too ambitious for me."
Attendances divisions perfectly scandalous!" "Well, here he is, in triumphantly for somewhere else with all sorts of delightful prospects!" Lady Tranmore sighed. Her white fingers paused in their task. "That, of course, is because now he's a personage. Everything'll be made easy for him now. My dear Mary, they talk of England's being a democracy!"
Lady Parham laughed. "Well, she mustn't be tired the night of my party next week or the skies will fall. I never took so much trouble before about anything in my life." "No, she must take care," said Lady Tranmore. "Unfortunately, she is not strong, and she does too much." Lady Parham threw her a sharp look. "Not strong? I should have thought Lady Kitty was made on wires.
Lady Tranmore took him on her knee and caressed him. He was a piteous, engaging child, generally very docile, but liable at times to storms of temper out of all proportion to the fragility of his small person.
French books were scattered here and there; and only one picture was admitted. That was a Watteau sketch of a group from "L'Embarquement pour Cythère." Kitty adored it; Lady Tranmore thought it absurd and disagreeable. As she entered the room now, on this May afternoon, she looked round it with her usual distaste. On several of the chairs large illustrated books were lying.
Lady Tranmore in particular detested "show," influenced as much by aristocratic instinct as by moral qualms; and there was to her mind a touch of vulgarity in the entertaining at Haggart, which might be tolerated in the case of financiers and nouveaux riches, while, as connected with her William and his wife, who had no need whatever to bribe society, it was unbecoming and undignified.
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