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Updated: June 11, 2025
But nature will have her way soon or late, and it is the nature of males to fight for the female. At Severne's shot Uxmoor drew up a little haughtily, but did not feel sure anything was intended. He was little accustomed to rubs. Zoe, on the other hand, turned a little pale just a little, for she was sorry, but not surprised; so she proved equal to the occasion. She smiled and made light of it.
At first, when she used to think that Severne never came near her, and Uxmoor was so constant, she almost hated Uxmoor so little does the wrong man profit by doing the right thing for a woman. I admit that, though not a deadly woman-hater myself. But by-and-by she was impartially bitter against them both; the wrong man for doing the right thing, and the right man for not doing it.
It was conveyed to Uxmoor that there would be no excursion of any kind this afternoon; and therefore he took his hat, and went off to pay a visit. He called on Rhoda Gale. She was at home.
Then, after a pause, "Who is this lord?" "Lord Uxmoor." "What kind of a lord is he?" "A very bushy lord." "Bushy? oh, bearded like the pard! Now tell me," said she, "is he cutting you out with Miss Vizard?" "You shall judge for yourself. Please spare me on that one topic if you ever spared anybody in your life." "Oh, dear me!" said Rhoda, coolly. "I'm not so very cruel.
Uxmoor was her predecessor in this good work, too; and would have been her associate, if she had not been so blind. This thought struck deep in her. Her mind ran more and more on Uxmoor, his manliness, his courage in her defense, and his gentlemanly fortitude and bravery in leaving her, without a word, at her request.
But Uxmoor was too good-humored to quarrel for nothing. He only laughed, and said, "You are not the only lady who takes a horse for a machine." These rides did her bodily health some permanent good; but their effect on her mind was fleeting. She was in fair spirits when she was actually bounding through the air, but she collapsed afterward.
"That is impossible." It was strange to see them together; he so happy, she so apathetic, yet gracious. Next morning came a bit of human nature a letter from Zoe to Fanny, almost entirely occupied with praises of Lord Uxmoor. She told the bull story better than I have if possible and, in short, made Uxmoor a hero of romance. Fanny carried this in triumph to the other ladies, and read it out.
In less than an hour he drove his team from the door, sitting heartbroken and desolate, but firm and unflinching as a rock. So then, on his return from Hillstoke, Severne found them all at luncheon except Uxmoor. He detailed his visit to Miss Gale, and, while he talked, observed. Zoe was beaming with love and kindness. He felt sure she had not deceived him.
But the man put his salver right between our noses, and how could I help seeing Poikilus in large letters, and S. I. in little ones up in the corner?" Said Vizard, "The female eye is naturally swift. She couldn't help seeing all that in half a minute of time; for Ned Severne snatched up the card with vast expedition." "I saw that too," said Fanny, defiantly. Uxmoor put in his word. "Poikilus!
Mother, I am wretched, but I am not bitter, and my rival will revenge me." "Uxmoor, your going abroad is the only answer she shall have. The wisest man, in these matters, who ever lived has left a rule of conduct to every well-born man a rule which, believe me, is wisdom itself: "Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte est pour le sot; L'honnete homme trompe'; s'e'loigne, et ne dit mot."
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