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I did not care to make more inquiries about the Archdeacon. "Well," I said, "if neither he nor Thormanby is with you, who is?" "Miss Battersby for one. She volunteered." I felt relieved. Miss Battersby is never formidable. "She won't matter," I said. "Lalage and Hilda will put her to bed and keep her there. That's what they did with her on the way to Lisbon." "And Miss Pettigrew," said the Canon.
"As I have never tried to meddle with your private affairs," said Marmaduke to Lalage, "I need not apologize for not knowing your husband. But I regret " The actress laughed in spite of her vexation. "Why, you silly old thing!" she exclaimed, "he is no more my husband than you are!" "Oh!" said Marmaduke. "Indeed!" "I am her brother," said Conolly considerately, stifling a smile.
Some day, when I have a little leisure, I mean to have a long talk with Miss Pettigrew. She saw more of Lalage in those days than any one else did, and I think she must have some very interesting, perhaps exciting, things to tell. To a sympathetic listener Miss Pettigrew would talk freely.
My mother can do anything she likes with the Archdeacon, just as she does with Lalage. He'll not enforce a single penalty." "She's wonderful," said Hilda. I quite agreed. She is. Even Miss Pettigrew could not do as much. It was more by good luck than anything else that she succeeded in luring Lalage away from Ballygore. I congratulated my mother that night on her success in dealing with Lalage.
He took quite a fancy, however, to the ode in Horace ending with the lines: Dulce ridentem, Dulce loquentem, Lalagen amabo. And in his thought he substituted for Lalage the fair-haired Bertha, quite regardless of the requirements of the metre.
I'm dead sick of this old election of yours, anyhow. Aren't you?" "I am," I said fervently. "I'm so sick of it that I don't care if I never stand for Parliament again. By the way, Lalage, now that you're turning your attention to church affairs wouldn't it be as well to change the name of the society again. You might call it the Episcopal Election Association.
They were happy at the moment, having put the past behind them, and they were ready to assume that their happiness would last, ignoring its dangerous insecure foundations. In the end, Lalage had her way, so far as the room was concerned. Mrs. Fagin, the landlady, scenting money easily earned, was absolutely servile.
I was anxious, if possible, to persuade Lalage to drop the idea of marrying the Archdeacon to Miss Battersby. "Remember your promise to my mother," I said. "I've kept it. I submitted the matter to Lord Thormanby just as I said I would. If he won't act I can't help it." "The Archdeacon will be frightfully angry." Lalage sniffed slightly.
He walked up and down the little room several times, trying to regain his self-control, trying to put Lalage out of his mind, and to think only of Vera. But it was impossible. Phrases the doctor had used seemed to be engraved on his memory.
There was no hurry, Ethel had told him so frankly, no other suitor being in the running. At first, the thought of the past troubled him a little, in the abstract, as a kind of treason to Vera; but, after a while, he put that thought aside. She need never know, and Lalage had gone out of his life now.
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