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"A very admirable system of education, I'm sure. By-and-bye we shall see how nearly you have achieved your aim." She was disappointed and bitterly angry, feeling that he had rebuffed and flouted her. "We part as friends, I hope?" said Lord Lydstone, rising to go. "Oh, certainly! why not?" she answered carelessly. "I trust you will continue to get good news from Cousin Bill."
"I might have been Lady Lydstone by right, if I had waited," she said slowly. "And you repent it? Bah! it is too late. Be satisfied. You will be rich, a great lady, respected " She made a gesture of dissent. "Yes; respected. Great ladies always are. You can marry again whom you please; me, for instance " Again the gesture: dissent mixed with unmistakable disgust.
"Anastasius, one of the Royal Picts." "All soldiers, you Wilders, all except one." This was specially intended to annoy Lydstone. "The future head of the house is kept in cotton-wool; he is too precious, I suppose, to be risked." "It is not my fault," began Lydstone. It was a sore point with him that he had not been permitted in deference to his mother's fond protests to enter the army.
My lord dined on board alone. He appeared depressed, and altogether low. He told me he should go to bed early." "And did he?" "No. Late in the evening a shore-boat came off one of those caiques, I think they called them with a letter, very urgent." "For Lord Lydstone?" "For his lordship. He seemed much disturbed on reading it." "Well?" "My lord called me and said he would dress to go on shore.
No one, Lady Essendine least of all, thought for one moment of her protégée's fatigue, and the poor singer might have worked on till she fainted from exhaustion had not the son of the house interposed. "You must be tired, mademoiselle," said Lord Lydstone, coming up to the piano. "Surely you would like a little refreshment?
The last morning at Lydstone they were very silent; they took one long walk together, visiting all the places where they had sate and lingered. Then in the afternoon they drove away. The old maidservant gave them, with almost tearful apologies, two little ill-tied posies of flowers, and Maud kissed her, thanked her, made her promise to write.
"I keep it for the proper person." "Is there none for his relatives?" asked Lydstone, with a meaning look. "Do any of them deserve my affection?" "I try very hard, Countess; and I should so value the smallest crumb." "Don't be foolish, Lord Lydstone! you must not try to make love to me; it would be wrong. Besides, we are too nearly connected now." "You never throw me a single kind word, Blanche."
Lord Lydstone knew this, and knew too that his mother was right; yet he could not defend her when this woman, whom he admired still too much, indeed, for his peace of mind resented her treatment. "Your mother has behaved disgracefully to me that you must admit, Lord Lydstone." "She is an old-fashioned, old-world lady, with peculiar straitlaced notions of her own.
Then she resolved to attend the funeral too. It would show her sympathy, and Lord Lydstone would be bound to notice her. He did see her, and came up after the ceremony to shake her hand. "I am so sorry for you," she began. "It is too terrible!" he exclaimed. "Both in one day." He had heard of Balaclava, then. "But I can't talk about it to-day.
Wilders received her husband with the tenderest solicitude. "How truly fortunate I came here!" she said, with the tears in her eyes. "Lydstone made no objection, then? Has he remained at Constantinople?" the general asked, feebly. "Lydstone? Don't you know? He " But why should she tell him?
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