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I haven't seen him at all." "He gave us tea, and talked a great deal. He was rather excited; but he looked wretched. And why has he turned against his doctor?" "Has he turned against his doctor?" Falloden's tone was one of surprise. "I thought he liked him." "He said he was a croaker, and he wasn't going to let himself be depressed by anybody doctor or no." Falloden was silent. Mrs.
She came in, radiant, with that aureole of popular favour floating round her, which has so much to do with the loveliness of the young. All the world smiled on her; she smiled in return; and that sarcastic self behind the smile, which Nora's quick sense was so often conscious of, seemed to have vanished. She carried, Sorell saw, a glorious bunch of pale roses. Were they Falloden's gift?
At last Falloden said abruptly, pausing in front of him "You'll have some visitors directly!" Otto looked up. The gaiety in Falloden's eyes informed him, and at the same time, wounded him. "Lady Constance?" he said, affecting indifference. "And Mrs. Mulholland. I believe I see their carriage." And Falloden, peering into the stormy twilight, opened the garden door and passed out into the rain.
She drew herself up passionately, and gave a smart touch with her whip to the mare's flank, who bounded forward, and had to be checked by Falloden's hand on her bridle. "Don't get run away with, while you are denouncing me!" he said, smiling, as they pulled up. "I really didn't want any help!" said Constance, panting. "I could have stopped her quite easily." "I doubt it.
Whereas Falloden's features seemed to lie, so to speak, on the surface, the mouth and eyes scarcely disturbing the general level of the face mask no indentation in the chin, and no perceptible hollow tinder the brow, this man's eyes were deeply sunk, and every outline of the face cheeks, chin and temples chiselled and fined away into an almost classical perfection.
Before he went, he asked her to keep the first four dances for him at the Marmion ball, and two supper-dances. But Constance evaded a direct assent. She would do her best. But she had promised some to Mr. Pryce, and some to Mr. Radowitz. Falloden's look darkened. "You should not allow him to dance with you," he said imperiously. "He is too eccentric.
Constance covered her eyes with her hands a moment a gesture of pain. "Mr. Sorell doesn't know what to do for him. He has been losing ground lately. The doctors say he ought to live in the open-air. He and Mr. Sorell talk of a cottage near Oxford, where Mr. Sorell can go often and see him. But he can't live alone." As she spoke Falloden's attention was diverted.
He had played the part of son to Falloden's dying father had prayed for him from the depths of his heart, tortured with pity. And when Falloden came, with what strange eyes they had looked at each other! as though all veils had dropped all barriers had, for the moment, dropped away. "Shall I hate him again to-morrow?" thought Radowitz. "Or shall I be more sorry for him than for myself?
A formal and scarcely perceptible greeting passed between him and Sorell. All Falloden's irritable self-consciousness rushed back upon him as he recognised the St. Cyprian tutor. He was not going to stay and cry peccavi any more in the presence of a bloodless prig, for whom Oxford was the world.
"Then I am very sorry you have had the trouble of coming down," said Falloden politely. "Shall I order your carriage?" The great ship-owner stared at him. He was on the point of losing his temper, perhaps of withdrawing from his bargain, when over Falloden's head he caught sight of the Titian and the play of light on its shining armour; of the Van Dyck opposite.
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