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The real creature was adorable, but, for some reason, maddening, and not, at all events, the being of his fancy. Their old relations ethereal and exquisite, no doubt now seemed an empty mockery, self-deluding foolishness. He coloured at the remembrance of all that Disraeli had hinted, and Reckage had brutally declared, on the large topic of idealism in passion.
Parflete and Castrillon are cut out for each other," said he, "but Orange has no business in that galère. He is reserved for a greater fate." "What do you mean?" said Sara. "All now depends on you." "On me?" "Plainly. Reckage wishes Orange to get out of his way and become a Religious. Can this be permitted?" "It would be outrageous. It would be a crime." "Ah, worse than that.
This granted not without a pang she felt the signs of weariness in her heart, but none of wavering. She resolved to be foolish in the eyes of the self-satisfied. Lord Reckage meanwhile was pacing the deck. His conversation with Pensée had cast a darkness over his spirit.
It was dated plainly, "October 7, 1869," and contained the acknowledgment of two £10 notes won at écarté. "That is the hand," said Pensée. "One could not mistake it." "Then this is really very serious," said Lord Reckage, with twitching lips. "The whole story has had all along something of unreality about it. Robert seems fated to a renunciant career colourless, self-annihilating."
"I maintained from the first that he was overrated. His genial manner his open-hearted smile! Men always smile at creditors whom they don't intend to pay." "I foretold the whole situation," observed Penborough. "I said, 'Let Reckage once get full power, and he will fool us all. He affects not to be ambitious, and to prefer moral science to immoral politics.
"But you forget that Reckage is going to marry Miss Carillon," said Aumerle. "Miss Carillon will always advise the safe course." "That's all very well," said Bradwyn, "but there has been too much arrangement in that marriage! I can tell you how the engagement came about. She was intimate with his aunt. He acquired the habit of her society on all decorous occasions. Still, he never proposed.
Agnes, barely touching her tea, rose to say goodbye. Lord Garrow and Reckage escorted her to the hall. He walked homeward, but not until he had decided, after much hesitation, that he could scarcely go back again to Lady Sara. His thoughts were fixed now to one refrain "I must have my freedom."
Her submissive attitude, her soft, musical voice, and her docile expression made both men insensible to the actual commands insinuated into the emotional wit and acute arguments of her little speech. Reckage was fascinated.
"But, by the by, how is the portrait going? My brother Hercy, who paints a little, always declared that Agnes was unpaintable. Do you find her unpaintable?" "No," said Rennes; "oh no!" When Reckage asked Rennes whether he found Miss Carillon "unpaintable," the artist was conscious of a swift, piercing emotion, which passed, indeed, but left an ache.
Lord Garrow looked the grief appropriate to the news, and disguised, as well as he could, his dismay at its probable development. He murmured, "Tut! tut!" a number of times, held up his hands, and nodded his head from side to side. "I wish nothing said against poor Agnes," observed Reckage; "her mistakes are those of a generous, impetuous girl. Don't judge her hastily.
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