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Updated: May 7, 2025
A woman of temperament at forty is apt to cut across the bows of iron-clad convention and go down. She has temperament, has my lady yonder, and I don't like the look of her eyes sometimes. There's dark fire smouldering in them. She should have a cause; but a cause to a woman now-a-days means 'too little of pleasure, too much of pain, for others." "What was your real cause, Windlehurst?
Before the Duchess could reach her, she said in a hoarse whisper: "I have left him I have left him. I have come to you." With a cry of pity the Duchess would have taken the stricken girl in her arms, but Hylda held out a shaking hand with the letter in it which had brought this new woe and this crisis foreseen by Lord Windlehurst. "There there it is. He goes from me to her to that!"
"Go to bed, Dick," the Duchess said to him, and hurried from the room. She did not hesitate now. Windlehurst had put the matter in the right way. Her pain was nothing, mere moral cowardice; but Hylda ! She entered the other room as quickly as rheumatic limbs would permit. Hylda stood waiting, erect, her eyes gazing blankly before her and rimmed by dark circles, her face haggard and despairing.
I've come here to-night to see a modern Paladin, a real crusader: "'Then felt I like some watcher of the skies, When a new planet swims into his ken." "Yes, that's poetry, Windlehurst, and you know I love it-I've always kept yours. But who's the man the planet?" "Egyptian Claridge." "Ah, he is in England?" "He will be here to-night; you shall see him." "Really! What is his origin?"
You had one, I suppose, for you've never had a fall." "My cause? You ask that? Behold the barren figtree! A lifetime in my country's service, and you who have driven me home from the House in your own brougham, and told me that you understood oh, Betty!" She laughed. "You'll say something funny as you're dying, Windlehurst." "Perhaps.
The ex-official could hear little, but he had cultivated the habit of talking constantly and well. There were some voices, however, which he could hear more distinctly than others, and Lord Windlehurst's was one of them clear, well-modulated, and penetrating. Sipping brandy and water, Lord Windlehurst gave his latest quip.
Something of its meaning got into her mind. "I wonder what Windlehurst would think of it. He always had an eye for things like that," she murmured; and then caught her breath, as she added: "He always liked beauty." She looked at her wrinkled, childish hands. "But sunsets never grow old," she continued, with no apparent relevance. "La, la, we were young once!"
But tell me, am I not right about Eglington?" Windlehurst became grave. "Yes, you are right but I admire him, too. He is determined to test himself to the full. His ambition is boundless and ruthless, but his mind has a scientific turn the obligation of energy to apply itself, of intelligence to engage itself to the farthest limit. But service to humanity " "Service to humanity!" she sniffed.
Hylda looked at her sharply, and Lord Windlehurst slyly, but the Duchess seemed oblivious of having said anything out of the way, and added: "It's a gift seeing all that can be said for a bad cause, and saying it, and so making the other side make their case so strong that the verdict has to be just." "Dear Duchess, it doesn't always work out that way," rejoined Windlehurst with a dry laugh.
Big tears ran down a face from which the glow of feeling had long fled, but her eyes were sad enough. "Gone gone! It is the end!" was all she could say. Lord Windlehurst frowned, though his eyes were moist. "We must act at once. You must go to Egypt, Betty. You must catch her at Marseilles. Her boat does not sail for three days. She thought it went sooner, as it was advertised to do.
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