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And yet he was ambitious, and he was not rich. Notoriously was he ambitious, and with wealth to back him, a great entertaining house, troops of adherents, he would gather influence, be propelled to leadership. The vexation of a constant itch to speak to him on the subject, and the recognition, that he knew it all as well as she, tormented Lady Wathin.
Lady Wathin felt herself empowered by Quintin Manx to undertake the release of sweet Constance Asper's knight from the toils of his enchantress. For this purpose she had first an interview with Mr. Warwick, and next she hurried to Lady Dunstane at Copsley. There, after jumbling Mr. Warwick's connubial dispositions and Mrs. Warwick's last book, and Mr. Percy Dacier.
Lady Wathin delicately alluded to rumours of an entanglement, an admiration he had, ahem. 'A married woman, the veteran nodded. 'I thought that was off? She must be a clever intriguer to keep him so long. 'She is undoubtedly clever, said Lady Wathin, and it was mumbled in her hearing: 'The woman seems to have a taste for our family. They agreed that they could see nothing to be done.
And yet he was ambitious, and he was not rich. Notoriously was he ambitious, and with wealth to back him, a great entertaining house, troops of adherents, he would gather influence, be propelled to leadership. The vexation of a constant itch to speak to him on the subject, and the recognition, that he knew it all as well as she, tormented Lady Wathin.
Cramborne Wathin across the table, merely to slip in a word, 'what is the name of this wonderful dog? 'His name is Leander, said Diana. 'Oh, Leander. I don't think I hear myself calling to a dog in a name of three syllables. Two at the most. No, so I call Hero! if I want him to come immediately, said Diana, and the gentlemen, to Mrs. Cramborne Wathin's astonishment, acclaimed it. Mr.
Quintin Manx, a lord of fleets. Old Lady Dacier's bluntness in speaking of her grandson would have shocked Lady Wathin as much as it astonished, had she been less of an ardent absorber of aristocratic manners. Percy was plainly called a donkey, for hanging off and on with a handsome girl of such expectations as Miss Asper.
As one of the good women of the world, Lady Wathin in departing was indignant at the tone and dialect of a younger woman not modestly concealing her possession of the larger brain. Brains in women she both dreaded and detested; she believed them to be devilish. Here were instances: they had driven poor Sir Lukin to evil courses, and that poor Mr. Warwick straight under the wheels of a cab.
He had asked Diana, on their morning walk to the station, whether she had an enemy: so prone are men, educated by the Drama and Fiction in the belief that the garden of civilized life must be at the mercy of the old wild devourers, to fancy 'villain whispers' an indication of direct animosity. Lady Wathin had no sentiment of the kind.
Lady Wathin watched them narrowly when she had the chance, a little ashamed of her sex, or indignant rather at his display of courtliness in exchange for her open betrayal of her preference. It was almost to be wished that she would punish him by sacrificing herself to one of her many brilliant proposals of marriage.
Whether intended or not, it hangs over you, and you will be perpetually tormented. Why waste your whole youth? and mine as well! For I am bound to you as much as if we had stood at the altar where we will stand together the instant you are free. 'But where have you heard . . .? 'From an intimate friend. I will tell you sufficiently intimate from Lady Wathin.
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