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Coryston, having shaken hands with Miss Atherstone, hastily approached her companion. "I didn't know you smoked," he said, abruptly, standing before her with his hands on his sides. As always, Coryston made an odd figure.
"My dear," she said, panting a little and grasping Lady Coryston's wrist, with a plump hand on which the rings sparkled "My dear! I came to bring you a word of sympathy." Lady Coryston looked at her coldly. "Are you speaking of Coryston?" "Naturally. The only logical result of those proceedings last night would be, of course, the guillotine at Hyde Park Corner. Coryston wants our heads!
Why on earth should Marcia take this morbid and extravagant interest in the affairs of such people? They were not even tenants of the Coryston estates! It was monstrous that she should have taken them up at all, and most audacious and unbecoming that she should have tried to intercede for them with the Newburys, as she understood, from her daughter's hardly coherent story, had been the case.
The question was addressed to Miss Glenwilliam, while the speaker shot an indicating thumb in his brother's direction. The girl looked embarrassed, and Arthur Coryston again came to the rescue. "We've no right to thrust our family affairs upon other people, Corry," he said, resolutely. "I told you so as we walked up."
And again at Cambridge another recollection clutched at memory; Corry, taking up the case of a youth who had been sent down, according to him, unjustly furious attacks on the college authorities rioting in college ending of course in the summary sending down of Coryston also.
Then James and Arthur kissed her, Marcia threw an arm round her and went with her, the girl's troubled, indignant eyes holding Coryston at bay the while. As Lady Coryston approached the door her eldest son made a sudden rush and opened it for her. "Good night, mother. We'll play a great game, you and I but we'll play fair." Lady Coryston swept past him without a word.
Lord William Newbury died last night heart failure expected for the last fortnight." James said, thoughtfully: "Edward, I saw, was ordained last week. And my letter from Marcia this morning tells me she expects to see him in Rome, on his way to India. Poor Lady William will be very much alone!" "If you make a solitude and call it religion, what can you expect?" said Coryston, sharply.
Her remark was, at any rate, quite audible to her next-door neighbor, who again threw her a swift, stabbing look, of no more avail, however, than its predecessors. "Who is that lady in the corner do you mind telling me?" The query was timidly whispered in the ear of Marcia Coryston by a veiled lady, who on the departure of some other persons had come to stand beside her. "She is Mrs.
"To make you me how much so e'er I try, You will be always you, and I be I." "Miss Coryston, I have done a dreadful thing," said a trembling voice. "I I have deceived your servants told them lies that I might get to see you. But I implore you, let me speak to you! don't send me away!"
"I say, Marcia old woman don't be so fierce with me. You took me by surprise " he muttered, uncomfortably. "Oh, it doesn't matter. Nobody in this world seems to be able to understand anybody else or make allowances for anybody else. Good-by." Coryston had long since departed. Lady Coryston had gone to bed, seeing no one, and pleading headache.
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