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Lyle justice, more than all this was the desire to please his friend, to make some amends for the past. In years gone by these two men had been rivals for the love of Constance's mother.
I have been grossly careless. He stepped back into the hall and pulled at the lid of the letterbox, which hung on the inside of the door, but it was tightly locked. At the same moment the postman came up the steps holding a letter. Without a word Lyle took it from his hand and began to examine it.
Petersburg; but there her receptions and dinners were so crowded with members of the nobility and of the army and diplomats, that, among so many visitors, the police could not learn which was the one for whom she most greatly cared. "Lyle pointed at the modern French paintings and the heavy, silk rugs which hung upon the walls.
"Oh, no, thank you," said Lyle, smiling brightly, "it isn't late." "Then Rex must go," and Rex who was only waiting for the word bounded to the door to signify his readiness.
One after another of the joyous new years rushed into the world, passing on to maturity, growing older, and finally passing out, leaving the gentle, submissive girl, as they had found her, devoting herself to her father. Now disease had settled on Mr. Lyle. For years he had been an invalid, nervous, fretful and impatient. No one but Constance could suit him. Not even his wife.
During this time there came news to Olive from the world without news that otherwise would have moved her, but which was now coldly received, as of no moment at all. Lyle Derwent had suddenly married; his heart, like many another, being "won in the rebound." And Mrs. Flora Rothesay had passed away; dying, in the night, peacefully, and without pain, for they found her in the attitude of sleep.
Miss Gladden sat silently caressing the golden head. Her suspicions that Lyle had had other parents than those whom she knew as such, were almost confirmed, but would it be best, with no tangible proof, to hint such a thought to Lyle herself?
Charlotte had privately borrowed one of Aunt Virginia's skirts, and practised before the cheval glass, but the flowing lines that so much pleased her she found unattainable. "Miss Lucile Lyle," Mrs. Millard read aloud. "It is for me, Aunt Caroline," said Charlotte, from above. "I have been walking with Miss Alex and missed her." "Which is rather fortunate than otherwise; for," Mrs.
"You must not mistake me, Lyle; you must not think I am laughing at you. But I did not know that you had ever considered these things. Though there is plenty of time as you are only just twenty-one. Tell me candidly you know you may do you think you were ever seriously in love?" "It is very strange for you to ask me these questions." "Then do not answer them.
Coningsby had danced the polka, on the extraordinary things she said to Lord Eugene de Vere, and the odd things she and Lady Theresa Lyle were perpetually doing, would wonder, with a face and voice of innocence, 'how Mr. Coningsby liked all this? There is no doubt what was the anticipation by the good-natured world of Mr. Coningsby's feelings. But they were quite mistaken.
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