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"I know a better one than that," said she, putting a glass of water before Mrs. Tressady. "Here take your ring again. Now wait I'll pull out one of your hairs for you. Now swing it over the water inside the glass. It'll tell your age." Entirely absorbed in the experiment, her fresh young face close to theirs, her arms crossed as she knelt by the table, she had eyes only for the ring.
Fontenoy, undaunted, began to harangue on certain minutiae of factory law with a monotonous zest of voice and gesture which seemed to Tressady nothing short of amazing. He watched the speaker a minute or two through his half-shut eyes. So this was his leader to be the man who had made him member for Market Malford.
And good-night, Letty." Letty came, and Lady Tressady held her hand, while the blue eyes, still bearing the awful impress of suffering, stared at her oddly. "It was nice of you to put it on, Letty. I didn't think you'd have done it. And I'm glad you think it's pretty. I wish you would have one made like it. Kiss me." Letty kissed her.
"That!" cried Tressady, snapping finger and thumb. "Captain Jo is not, henceforth sit still, lad so! Now lift his barkers, Abny in his pockets. Still and patient, lad, still and patient!" So Resolution perforce suffered himself to be disarmed, while Joanna, pale and languid in the firelight, watched all with eyes that gleamed beneath drooping lashes.
"Make way there! make way!" cried a police-sergeant, holding back the crowd, "and let the lady pass." Tressady did his best to push through with Lady Maxwell on his arm. But there was an angry hum of voices in front of him, an angry pressure round the doors. "We shall soon get a cab," he said, bending over her. "You are very tired, I fear. Please lean upon me."
"Whativer do we want wi' the loikes o' yo representin us!" shouted another man, pointing at Tressady. "Look at 'im; ee can't walk, ee can't; mus be druv, poor hinnercent! When did yo iver do a day's work, eh? Look at my 'ands! Them's the 'ands for honest men ain't they, you fellers?"
He picked up the books on the table two novels, Sentimental Tommy, by J. M. Barrie, and Sir George Tressady, by Mrs. Humphry Ward, Mr. Swinburne's Tale of Balen, and The Works of Max Beerbohm. Last of all Leslie Stephen's Social Rights and Duties. He looked at them all, with their light yellow Mudie labels, their fresh bindings, then, slowly and very carefully, put them back on the table.
"Fate has a way of being tolerably even, at last," said Maxwell, slowly, after a pause. "As to Tressady, no one can say what will come of it. He has strange stuff in him fine stuff I think. He will pull himself together. And for the wife probably, already he owes you much! I saw her look at you to-night once as you touched her shoulder. Dear! what spells have you been using?" "Oh!
"Aye, but where's your proof the 'Faithful Friend' is blown up " "And by your hand, like as not." "True again, so it was, Martin, and thereby did I outwit Tressady and saved the lives of my own people." "You have been at great pains to befool me to your evil ends." "At no pains, Martin, 'twas purely simple matter!" "You have been the death of divers men on this island."
All the same, she had fewer of the ordinary womanly arts than he had imagined. How easy it would have been to send that message to Letty she had not sent! He thought simply that for a clever woman she might have been more adroit. The door had no sooner closed behind Tressady than Betty Leven, with a quick look after him, bent across to her hostess, and said in a stage whisper: "Who?
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