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"I am very fond of Ughtred," was the sole comment he was granted. "We made friends from the first. As he grows older and stronger, his misfortune may be less apparent. He will be a very clever man." "He will be a very clever man if he is at all like " He checked himself with a slight movement of his shoulders. "I was going to say a thing utterly banal. I beg your pardon.
Knowing what the caress meant, and seeing Rosy's face as she submitted to it, Betty felt rather cold. After the conjugal greeting he turned to Ughtred. "You look remarkably well," he said. Betty came forward. "We met in the park, Rosy," she explained. "We have been talking to each other for half an hour."
"You think she expects that kind of thing?" rather indifferently. "She? She doesn't think of the subject. She simply thinks of other things of Lady Anstruthers and Ughtred, of the work at Stornham and the village life, which gives her new emotions and interest. She also thinks about being nice to people. She is nicer than any girl I know."
By a train almost sure to bring no one else came Literature in Public Affairs, alone, Henry Wiltram, whom some believed to have been the very first to have ideas about the land. He was followed in the last possible train by Cuthcott, the advanced editor, in his habitual hurry, and Lady Maude Ughtred in her beauty.
David Plunket, member for Dublin University, a private member seated on a back bench; Sir Ughtred Kay-Shuttleworth, just married, interested in the "First Principles of Modern Chemistry"; and Mr. Stansfeld, President of the Local Government Board, the still rising hope of the Radical party.
It was nothing but a head, the shoulders being fancifully draped, but the face was a peculiar one. It was over-mature, and unlovely, but for a mouth at once pathetic and sweet. "He is not a pretty child," sighed Mrs. Vanderpoel. "I should have thought Rosy would have had pretty babies. Ughtred is more like his father than his mother." She spoke to her husband later, of what Betty had said.
"And if they could, you are afraid of things you need not be afraid of now. Tell me what happened when you were so ill after Ughtred was born." "You guessed that it happened then," gasped Lady Anstruthers. "It was a good time to make anything happen," replied Bettina. "You were prostrated, you were a child, and felt yourself cast off hopelessly from the people who loved you." "Forever! Forever!"
No fellow likes to look like a hoosier, but I don't mind that half as much as as seeming not to APPRECIATE." He used the word "appreciate" frequently. It expressed for him many degrees of thanks. "I tell you that's fine," he said to Ughtred, who brought him a flower from the garden. "I appreciate that." To Betty he said more than once: "You know how I appreciate all this, Miss Vanderpoel.
"I hope you'll like me, Ughtred," she said. He almost started at the sound of her voice, but when he turned his face towards her he only grew redder, and looked awkward without answering. His manner was that of a boy who was unused to the amenities of polite society, and who was only made shy by them.
The satin-skinned chestnut was one of the new horses now standing in the Stornham stables. There were several of them a pair for the landau, saddle horses, smart young cobs for phaeton or dog cart, a pony for Ughtred the animals necessary at such a place at Stornham. The stables themselves had been quickly put in order, grooms and stable boys kept them as they had not been kept for years.
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