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I haven't seen her for an eternity. But Aspasia used to be a dear girl and so fond of me!" She put down her cup with a sigh, intended as a reproach to George. George only buried himself the deeper in his morning's letters. Mrs. Watton, behind her newspaper, glanced grimly from the mother to the son. "I wonder if that woman has a single real old friend in the world.
Oh, yes, there was a meeting up Manx Road, and her Ladyship had gone with Lord Naseby, and Lady Madeleine, and Mr. Everard, the inspector, and, she thought, one or two besides. She expected the ladies back about ten, and they were to stay the night. "An they do say, sir," she said eagerly, looking up at Watton, whom she knew, "as there'll be a lot o' rough people at the meetin." "Oh!
His highest ambition was to do his duty in simple faith and honest endeavor, of such a character the well-known lines of Sir Henry Watton are eminently applicable: "This man was free from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet had all." By Fanny Bullock Workman.
The old-lace coif she wore suited her waved and grizzled hair, and was carried with conscious dignity; the hand, which lay beside her on the table, though long and bony, was full of nervous distinction. Mrs. Watton was, and looked, a tyrant but a tyrant of ability.
But his effort could not prevent his dwelling angrily for a minute on the thought of Letty laughing with Harding Watton laughing because he had asked her a small kindness, and she had most unkindly refused it. Yet she must help him with his poor mother. How softened were all his thoughts about that difficult and troublesome lady!
I hope Aunt Watton and his mother will bore him to death!" She broke out into a merry laugh; then, sweeping her mass of pretty hair to one side, she began rapidly to coil it up for the night, her fingers working as fast as her thoughts, which were busy with one ingenious plan after another for her next meeting with George Tressady.
Watton, who, after all, on this great day beheld in the new member the visible triumph of her dearest principles, received these excuses at first with stiffness, but soon thawed. "Oh, you naughty boy, you naughty, mendacious boy!" said a sprightly voice in Tressady's ear. "'Excellent time, indeed! I saw you for shame!"
"Don't you know," she said, laying her hand on his shoulder "don't you know that you're a most foolish and wasteful person? We get along capitally, you and I we've had a rattling time all this week and then you will go and make uncivil remarks about my friends in public, too! You actually think I'm going to let you tell Aunt Watton how to manage me!
Watton could not find a good word for any of them was sure that what mostly attracted them was the notoriety of the position, involving, as it did, a sort of personal antagonism to Lady Maxwell, who had, so to speak, made Mile End her own. And to be Lady Maxwell's enemy was, Watton opined, the next best thing, from the point of view of advertisement, to being her friend.
But the next instant his face altered. He pushed forward instinctively, turning his back on Watton, hating the noisy room, that would hardly let him hear. Ah! those few last sentences, that voice, that quiver of passion they were her own herself, not Maxwell. The words were very simple, and a little tremulous words of personal reminiscence and experience.
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