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"No; there is no function to-night. Lady Maxwell is at a meeting. It has grown rather suddenly from small beginnings, and two days ago they made her promise to speak. I came down because I am afraid of a row. Things are beginning to look ugly down here, and I don't think she has much idea of it. Will you come?" "Of course." Watton looked at him with an amused and friendly eye.
He would make too great a fool of himself if he failed us there. But he has lost all heart for the business. And Harding Watton tells me it's all her doing. She has been taking him about in the East End getting her friends to show him round." "And now you are in the mood to put the women down to show them their place?"
I am so glad. I suppose I oughtn't to say it, but he is such a clever, such an agreeable, creature. But you know the Wattons, don't you, Lady Maxwell?" Marcella was busying herself with Hallin's tea. "I know Edward Watton," she said, turning her beautiful clear look on Letty. "He is a real friend of mine." "Oh! but Harding is much the cleverer," said Letty.
He raised his handsome head with a bright air of challenge that became him, but at the same time exasperated his mother. "That woman!" said Mrs. Watton with ponderous force, throwing up her hands as she spoke. Then she turned to Lord Fontenoy. "Don't you regard her as the source of half the mischievous work done by this precious Government in the last two years?" she asked him imperiously.
Watton, who never took the smallest trouble to approach her in any other capacity than that upon which she had entered by marrying the incumbent of the squire's home living. But the civilities and respects that were recognised as belonging to her station she received. This however, alas! was not enough for Mrs.
Allison, Lady Cathedine, and Madeleine Penley in front, escorted by the white-haired Sir Philip; and behind, Lady Tressady, between Harding Watton and Lord Cathedine. "Cathedine!" cried Naseby, staring at the group. "Cathedine been to church?" "For the purpose, I suppose, of disappointing poor Laura, who might have hoped to get rid of him," said Betty, sharply. "No! if I were Mrs.
"Then I'll go, too," said Harding, who had been hesitating. "No doubt Tressady'll stay for his thanks! But I daresay we sha'n't find Letty at home yet. I know she was to go to the Lucys' to-night." "Poor lamb!" said Mrs. Watton, throwing up her hands. Harding laughed. "Oh! Letty won't take it like a lamb you'll see!" "What can a woman do?" said his mother, scornfully.
Of course, she made Uncle Watton marry her; but that was a chance and papa always says nobody else could have done it!" She fell happily thinking of Tressady's skirmishes with her, her face dimpling with amusement. Captain Addison! How amazed he would be could he know the use to which she had put his name and his very hesitating attentions.
Just as the speaker was coming to his peroration Tressady suddenly caught sight of a delicate upraised profile on the platform, behind Naseby. The repressed smile on it set him smiling, too. "What on earth do they make Naseby speak for!" said Watton, indignantly. "Idiocy! He spoils everything he touches. Let him give the money, and other people do the talking.
You will see what her friends will make out of it! and out of the brutal violence of our mob." "Disgusting!" said Mrs. Watton, playing severely with the lid of the mustard-pot that stood beside her. She and Harding were enjoying a late breakfast tete-a-tete.
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