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With an air of genial authority, the pink-cheeked Lady John Ulland proceeded to appropriate the new-comer in the midst of a general hum of conversation, whose key to the sensitive ear had become a little heightened since the last arrival. The women grew more insistently vivacious in proportion as the men's minds seemed to wander from matters they had discussed contentedly enough before. Mrs.

Yet another Ulland had brought home from eighteenth-century Italy a love of colonnades and terraced gardens; and one still later had cut down to the level of the sward the high ground-floor windows, so that where before had been two doors or three, were now a dozen giving egress to the gardens.

'Why shouldn't I drop down upon you some day? 'Oh, will you? That would be She seemed to save herself from some gulf of betrayal. 'There are walks about my grandfather's more beautiful than anything you ever saw or perhaps I ought to say more beautiful than anything I ever saw. 'Nicer walks than at Ulland? 'Oh, no comparison!

Now the country was facing an election where, for the first time in the history of any great nation, women were playing a part that even their political enemies could hardly with easy minds call subordinate. Only faint echoes of the din penetrated the spacious quiet of Ulland House.

Even the latest lord had found a way to leave his impress upon the time. He introduced 'Clock golf' at Ulland. From the upper windows on the south and west the roving eye was caught by the great staring face of this new timepiece on the turf its Roman numerals showing keen and white upon the vivid green.

Her face gave him as much credit as though he had done some fine self-abnegating deed. They spoke of that Sunday walk in the valley below the Ulland links, and the crossing of a swollen little stream on a rotting and rickety log. 'I had to go, she explained apologetically. 'Hermione had gone on and forgotten the puppy hadn't learnt to follow. I was afraid he'd lose himself.

'It's certain to be a man, said Lady John Ulland, as calmly convinced as one who states a natural law. 'Why? asked her niece, the charming girl in rose colour. 'No woman would dare to come in so late as this. She'd have turned back and telephoned that the horses had run away with her or something of the sort. 'Dick Farnborough won't turn back. 'Oh, Mr.

'Too celestial, perhaps! He laughed but he was looking into the blue of her eyes as if through them he too had caught a glimpse of Paradise. 'I remember thinking at Ulland, he said more slowly again, 'I had never seen any one quite so happy. 'I was happy at Ulland. But I'm not happy now. 'Then your looks belie you. 'No, I am very sad. I have to go away from this delightful London to Scotland.

Its original architecture had been modified by the generations as they passed. One lord of Ulland had expressed his fancy on the eastern facade in gable and sculptured gargoyle; another his fear or his defiance in the squat and sturdy tower with its cautious slits in lieu of windows.

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