Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: August 25, 2024
"But don't think, Robert," she said, "that because Michael resists your wishes and authority, he will be enjoying himself. He will hate doing it, but that will not stop him." Lord Ashbridge was not a bully; he had merely a profound sense of his own importance. "We will see about resistance," he said.
But it was soon clear that there was no more to come. "I will wish you good night, father," he said. Sunday was a day on which Lord Ashbridge was almost more himself than during the week, so shining and public an example did he become of the British nobleman.
"I was having a little talk to Michael." "May I come in?" "It's our secret," she whispered to Michael. "Yes, come in, father," he said. Lord Ashbridge stood towering in the doorway. "Come, my dear," he said, not unkindly, "it's time for you to go to bed." She had become the mask of herself again. "Yes, Robert," she said. "I suppose it must be late. I will come. Oh, there's Petsy.
"He was a man who saved my life, or thinks he did, at a shooting-party at Ashbridge. There was a fellow there who had never handled a gun before. He would have put a whole charge of shot into me if this chap, Baker, hadn't knocked up his gun in time. I don't think it would have killed me, although it might have been rather unpleasant.
You knew where you were with her, and hitherto, when Michael was with one of the young ladies brought down to Ashbridge to be looked at, he only wished that wherever he was he was somewhere else.
Every now and then Lady Ashbridge had what Michael thought of as a good hour or two, when she went back to her content and childlike joy in his presence, and it was clear, when presently she came downstairs as he still lingered in the garden, reading the daily paper in the sun, that one of these better intervals had visited her.
Of the three he was far most to be pitied, although the situation was the direct result of his own arrogance and self-importance; but arrogance and self-importance were as essential ingredients of his character as was humour of Aunt Barbara's. They were very awkward and tiresome qualities, but this particular Lord Ashbridge would have no existence without them.
Michael where has Michael gone?" Michael had just left the room to bring some cigarettes in from next door, and Lady Ashbridge ran after him, calling him. She found him in the hall, and brought him back triumphantly. "Now we will all sit and talk for a long time," she said. "You one side of me, Miss Falbe, and Michael the other. Or would you be so kind as to sing for us?
Michael saw that the nurse wanted to say something to him, and with infinite gentleness disentangled the clinging of Lady Ashbridge's hand. "Why, of course I will," he said. "And won't you give Miss Falbe another cup of tea?" Lady Ashbridge hesitated a moment. "Yes, I'll do that," she said. "And by the time I've done that you will be back again, won't you?"
Jerome showed no signs of doing anything of the sort; he treated him with an austere and distant politeness that Lord Ashbridge could not construe as being founded on admiration and a sense of his own inferiority, for it was so clearly founded on dislike. That, however, did not annoy Lord Ashbridge, for it was easy to suppose that poor Mr. Jerome knew no better.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking