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Falloden had long since looked at her. He turned carelessly to his mother. "There's Meyrick, mother, on that barge in front. You know you're dining with him to-night in Christ Church. And that's Constance Bledlow beside him, to whom I asked you to write." "Oh, is it? A good-looking girl," said his mother approvingly. "And who is that man beside her, with the extraordinary hair?
For she was possessed of two daughters, tall and handsome girls, who were an obsession to her, an irritation to other people, and a cause of blushing to themselves. Her instinct for all men of family or title to be found among the undergraduates was amazingly extensive and acute; and she had paid much court to Falloden, as the prospective heir to a marquisate.
"And good heavens, what pearls! Oh, they must be sham. Who is she?" Falloden looked round, while fanning his partner. But there was no need to look. From the moment she entered the room, he had been aware of every movement of the girl in black. "I suppose you mean Lady Constance Bledlow." The lady beside him raised her eyebrows in excited surprise. "Then they're not sham!
But it was plain to all the world, no less than to Mrs. Hooper, that Falloden of Marmion, who had seemed to be in possession of her the night before, had been brusquely banished from her side; that Oxford's charming newcomer had put her supposed suitor to open contumely; and that young Radowitz reigned in his stead.
And it is no good shirking the fact that you count for a good deal in the matter. He was delighted with your message, and if you can help him he will propose to Alice. Goodness, fancy marrying such a man! "As to Mr. Falloden, I don't believe he will ever be anything but hard and tyrannical. I don't believe in conversion and change of heart, and that kind of thing. I don't I don't!
Otto had been very listless and depressed in town; a reaction no doubt from his spurt of work before the musical exam. Sorell thought the pleasure of the gift might rouse him, and gild the return to Oxford. "Have some tea, old man, and warm up," said Falloden, on his knees before a fire already magnificent, which he was endeavouring to improve.
"Isn't she pretty! Connie Bledlow?" said Lady Alice enthusiastically. "She's having a great success. Of course other people are much handsomer, but there's something " Yes, there was something! and something which, like an exquisite fluttering bird, had just escaped from Douglas Falloden, and would now, he supposed, forever escape him.
He told my father he thought the Bellini was one of the finest in existence." Miklos changed countenance slightly. "Bode perhaps is a trifle credulous," he said in an offended tone. But he went back again to the Bellini and examined it closely. Falloden, without waiting for his second thoughts, took Herr Schwarz into the dining-room.
Falloden realised for the first time the sling across his shoulder and the helpless hand lying in it. He turned away, searching with his eyes the shadows of the valley. At the moment, the spot where they stood was garishly illuminated by the rapidly receding light, which had already left the lower ground.
She paused a moment, and then said carelessly as though to keep up the conversation "There was a Mr. Falloden with them an undergraduate at Marmion College, I think. Do you know him, Aunt Ellen?" She turned towards her aunt. But Mrs. Hooper only looked blank.
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