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“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” | Lord John | ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” | asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared | that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does | good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this | all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you | do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand | of being able to assure you that I too care very much for what I care for.” To which he added on an easier note, as to carry off a slight awkwardness while she only waited: “You certainly mustn’t let yourself--between us all--be worked to death.” “Oh, such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking | yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.”<|quote|>“Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight | The Outcry |
She fully agreed. | No speaker | else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of | ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten | under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to | as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an | friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ | to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But | I care for.” To which he added on an easier note, as to carry off a slight awkwardness while she only waited: “You certainly mustn’t let yourself--between us all--be worked to death.” “Oh, such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of | “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>She fully agreed.</|quote|>“He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she | The Outcry |
“He’s wonderful.” | Grace | He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared | own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once | of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as | _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the | as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to | cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if | To which he added on an easier note, as to carry off a slight awkwardness while she only waited: “You certainly mustn’t let yourself--between us all--be worked to death.” “Oh, such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to | in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed.<|quote|>“He’s wonderful.”</|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid | The Outcry |
The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. | No speaker | She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your | else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with | her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and | you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather | full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber | stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has | he added on an easier note, as to carry off a slight awkwardness while she only waited: “You certainly mustn’t let yourself--between us all--be worked to death.” “Oh, such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly | I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.”<|quote|>The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.</|quote|>“So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young | The Outcry |
“So you do see your way?” | Lord John | his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a | Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” | asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, | to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! | me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in | just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter | yourself--between us all--be worked to death.” “Oh, such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and | start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion.<|quote|>“So you do see your way?”</|quote|>“Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! | The Outcry |
“Ah--!” | Grace | you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick | approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her | of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, | noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At | comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another | what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that | “Oh, such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal | way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?”<|quote|>“Ah--!”</|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you | The Outcry |
she said with a quick sad shrinkage. | No speaker | do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened | to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does | letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His | while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may | smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to | I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most | such days as this--I” She made light enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t | for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!”<|quote|>she said with a quick sad shrinkage.</|quote|>“I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are | The Outcry |
“I mean,” | Lord John | with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, | your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it | ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in | to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you | to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it | way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in | enough of her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, | there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage.<|quote|>“I mean,”</|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John | The Outcry |
her visitor hastened to explain, | No speaker | quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it | “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very | his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve | to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a | what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. | a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as | her burden. “They don’t come often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it | at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,”<|quote|>her visitor hastened to explain,</|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” | The Outcry |
“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” | Lord John | her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned | quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling | has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I | of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner | _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he | her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s | often to _me_ at least, Lady Grace! I hadn’t grasped in advance the scale of your fête,” he went on; “but since I’ve the great luck to find you alone--!” He paused for breath, however, before the full sequence. She helped him out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: | extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain,<|quote|>“if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”</|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in | The Outcry |
His confidence in short donned a bravery. | No speaker | when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter | him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl | shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited | has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as | His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a | you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that | out as through common kindness, but it was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held | a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!”<|quote|>His confidence in short donned a bravery.</|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, | The Outcry |
“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” | Grace | in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I | know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then | explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” | he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does | and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as | Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as | was a trifle colourless. “Alone or in company, Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet | she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery.<|quote|>“I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”</|quote|>the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some | The Outcry |
the girl returned, | No speaker | this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you | a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all | as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having | wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As | strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, | moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very | Lord John, I’m always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I | makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,”<|quote|>the girl returned,</|quote|>“that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to | The Outcry |
“that I do know you better.” | Grace | an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I | been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps | best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” | of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom | a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little | to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because | always very glad to see you.” “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The | anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned,<|quote|>“that I do know you better.”</|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as | The Outcry |
“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” | Lord John | I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may | hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She | When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” | at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for | best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on | all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would | “Then that assurance helps me to wonder if you don’t perhaps gently guess what it is I want to say.” This time indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been | that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.”<|quote|>“Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”</|quote|>said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” | The Outcry |
said Lord John, | No speaker | _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again | rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. | you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the | with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I | thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this | Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that | indeed she left him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed | “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,”<|quote|>said Lord John,</|quote|>“I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if | The Outcry |
“I may see you again here?” | Lord John | any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You | isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” | better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully | sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady | had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its | “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed | him to his wonder, so that he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must | daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John,<|quote|>“I may see you again here?”</|quote|>She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that | The Outcry |
She waited a moment. | No speaker | may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with | rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it | a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say | hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, | on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you | question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had | he had to support himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, | strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?”<|quote|>She waited a moment.</|quote|>“You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one | The Outcry |
“You must have patience with me.” | Grace | here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But | “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” | feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does | he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you | his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless | he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with | himself. “I’ve tried, all considerately--these three months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His | to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment.<|quote|>“You must have patience with me.”</|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when | The Outcry |
“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” | Lord John | must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must | She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t | the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom | as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort | which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so | you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared | months--to let you see for yourself how I feel. I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You | by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.”<|quote|>“I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”</|quote|>“Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it | The Outcry |
“Well,” | Grace | But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come | me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge | “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of | When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s | “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful | personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. | I feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work | me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.”<|quote|>“Well,”</|quote|>she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in | The Outcry |
she said, | No speaker | _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then | “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She | isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he | he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another | would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when | liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he | feel very strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, | had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,”<|quote|>she said,</|quote|>“that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to | The Outcry |
“that must come first.” | Grace | father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” | having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight | all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I | that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never | it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, | which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two | strongly, Lady Grace; so that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave | something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said,<|quote|>“that must come first.”</|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl | The Outcry |
“Then you won’t dodge it?” | Lord John | said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight | your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” | I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady | ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit | spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for | and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear | that at last” --and his impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” | yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.”<|quote|>“Then you won’t dodge it?”</|quote|>She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter | The Outcry |
She looked at him straight | No speaker | “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” | said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of | rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to | and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” | eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her | my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me | impatient sincerity took after another instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly | to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?”<|quote|>She looked at him straight</|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew | The Outcry |
“I don’t dodge, Lord John.” | Grace | She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of | “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome | _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for | I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, | has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to | man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly | instant the jump-- “well, I regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To | for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight<|quote|>“I don’t dodge, Lord John.”</|quote|>He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight | The Outcry |
He admired the manner of it | No speaker | “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as | She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see | said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” | you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too | know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only | at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he | regularly worship you. You’re my absolute ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with | prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.”<|quote|>He admired the manner of it</|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you | The Outcry |
“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” | Lord John | admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little | don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he | you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once | in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. | all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you | “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked | ideal. I think of you the whole time.” She measured out consideration as if it had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; | father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it<|quote|>“You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”</|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, | The Outcry |
As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: | No speaker | what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that | you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should | having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and | returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father | tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s | comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” | had been a yard of pretty ribbon. “Are you sure you _know_ me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning | to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.”<|quote|>As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:</|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they | The Outcry |
“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” | Lord John | of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” | attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight | come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on | want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him | the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is | thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; | me enough?” “I think I know a perfect woman when I see one!” Nothing now at least could have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace | you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on:<|quote|>“May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”</|quote|>“Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to | The Outcry |
“Will I listen to her?” | Grace | in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight | too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let | admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too | Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no | a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence | easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to | have been more prompt, and while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that | it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?”<|quote|>“Will I listen to her?”</|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that | The Outcry |
--it brought Lady Grace straight down. | No speaker | “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me | in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that | “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person | you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If | mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as | see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in | while a decent pity for such a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like | spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?”<|quote|>--it brought Lady Grace straight down.</|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object | The Outcry |
“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” | Grace | brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, | I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t | say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s | moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her | “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had | _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch | a mistake showed in her smile he followed it up. “Isn’t what you rather mean that you haven’t cared sufficiently to know _me?_ If so, that can be little by little mended, Lady Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. | She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down.<|quote|>“No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as | The Outcry |
Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. | No speaker | more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as | listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. | put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one | “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you | I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless | of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived | Grace.” He was in fact altogether gallant about it. “I’m aware of the limits of what I have to show or to offer, but I defy you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” | might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.</|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer | The Outcry |
“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” | Lord John | to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as | person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after | that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she | As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most | returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that | as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another | you to find a limit to my possible devotion.” She deferred to that, but taking it in a lower key. “I believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I | note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally.<|quote|>“Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”</|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not | The Outcry |
Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. | No speaker | pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s | father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one | I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you | should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared | it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if | you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come | believe you’d be very good to me.” “Well, isn’t _that_ something to start with?” --he fairly pounced on it. “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who | an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.”<|quote|>Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.</|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that | The Outcry |
“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” | Grace | mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if | after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd | person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come | down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was | a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that | wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” | “I’ll do any blest thing in life you like, I’ll accept any condition you impose, if you’ll only tell me you see your way.” “Shouldn’t I have a little more first to see yours?” she asked. “When you say you’ll do anything in life I like, isn’t there anything you yourself want strongly enough to do?” He cast a stare about on the suggestions of the scene. “Anything that will make money, you mean?” “Make money or make reputation--or even just make the time pass.” “Oh, what I have to look to in the way of a career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only | do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness.<|quote|>“If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”</|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. | The Outcry |
Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: | No speaker | have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely | his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one | her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because | its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared | Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at | visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” | career?” If that was her meaning he could show after an instant that he didn’t fear it. “Well, your father, dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment | you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.”<|quote|>Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:</|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by | The Outcry |
“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” | Lord John | face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the | bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had | my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, | beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two | Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very | When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that | dear delightful man, has been so good as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter | the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself:<|quote|>“He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”</|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, | The Outcry |
“In any one in the world but himself?” | Grace | perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight | then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and | the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if | and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never | listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic | ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain | as to give me to understand that he backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension | see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--”<|quote|>“In any one in the world but himself?”</|quote|>--she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp | The Outcry |
--she had taken him straight up. | No speaker | in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s | boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; | in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he | out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl | can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to | to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that | backs me for a decent deserving creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show | _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?”<|quote|>--she had taken him straight up.</|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as | The Outcry |
“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” | Grace | had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I | the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he | youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to | to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re | feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of | when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. | creature; and I’ve noticed, as you doubtless yourself have, that when Lord Theign backs a fellow----!” He left the obvious moral for her to take up--which she did, but all interrogatively. “The fellow at once comes in for something awfully good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is | She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up.<|quote|>“He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”</|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back | The Outcry |
“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” | Lord John | nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. | are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! | the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” | he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you | what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he | ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the | good?” “I don’t in the least mind your laughing at me,” Lord John returned, “for when I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll | who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!”<|quote|>“You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”</|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared | The Outcry |
Lady Grace was indeed sure. | No speaker | still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! | wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that | we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light | confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t | no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me | see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” | I put him the question of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care | you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?”<|quote|>Lady Grace was indeed sure.</|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally | The Outcry |
“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” | Grace | Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and | still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two | that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean | stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the | feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to | waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was | of the lift he’d give me by speaking to you first he bade me simply remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s | more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure.<|quote|>“Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”</|quote|>Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. | The Outcry |
Lord John appeared struck. | No speaker | is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her | He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to | won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to | then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him | never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew | your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work | remember the complete personal liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear | his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.”<|quote|>Lord John appeared struck.</|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” | The Outcry |
“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” | Grace | everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she | Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how | are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. | hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good | as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they | she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others | liberty in which he leaves you, and yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but | too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck.<|quote|>“Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”</|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go | The Outcry |
“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” | Lord John | still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then | John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed | because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite | any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, | that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, | you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require | yet which doesn’t come--take my word!” said the young man sagely-- “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, | conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.”<|quote|>“I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”</|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash | The Outcry |
the girl undisguisedly smiled. | No speaker | never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he | glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of | it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; | straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception | has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think | dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which | “from his being at all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, | somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!”<|quote|>the girl undisguisedly smiled.</|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion | The Outcry |
“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” | Grace | much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light | has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t | insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you | indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically | round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good | admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as | all indifferent.” “No,” she answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very | presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled.<|quote|>“Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”</|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, | The Outcry |
--he glowed with the light of contrition. | No speaker | smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it | how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with | Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in | we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were | only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle | it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not | answered-- “father isn’t indifferent. But father’s ‘great’” “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to | her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!”<|quote|>--he glowed with the light of contrition.</|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl | The Outcry |
“Well, you can’t help it now,” | Grace | with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. | perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought | had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” | if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, | _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of | say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute | “Great indeed!” --her friend took it as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” | makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition.<|quote|>“Well, you can’t help it now,”</|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different | The Outcry |
his companion remarked with amusement. | No speaker | you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought | the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” | with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit | as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the | even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I | does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing | as with full comprehension. This appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick | that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,”<|quote|>his companion remarked with amusement.</|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she | The Outcry |
“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” | Lord John | his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure | you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he | her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. | feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate | horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I | attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning | appeared not to prevent, however, a second and more anxious thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and | a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement.<|quote|>“You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”</|quote|>Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a | The Outcry |
Lord John inquired. | No speaker | to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and | “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued | her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good | being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive | not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him | “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of | thought. “Too great for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not | and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?”<|quote|>Lord John inquired.</|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not | The Outcry |
“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” | Lord John | as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in | he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want | “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the | because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will | side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to | hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly | for _you?_” “Well, he makes me feel--even as his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened | John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired.<|quote|>“I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”</|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under | The Outcry |
he continued quite as in good faith; | No speaker | right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to | John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care | me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception | were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all | his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming | to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace | his daughter--my extreme comparative smallness.” It was easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led | feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,”<|quote|>he continued quite as in good faith;</|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he | The Outcry |
“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” | Lord John | quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit | that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at | “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, | insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” | moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean | “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw | easy, Lord John indicated, to see what she meant “He’s a _grand seigneur_, and a serious one--that’s what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the | admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith;<|quote|>“but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”</|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his | The Outcry |
The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. | No speaker | least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say | I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic | his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate | with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person | bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view | you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion | what he is: the very type and model of it, down to the ground. So you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly | to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!”<|quote|>The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.</|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She | The Outcry |
“You’re very good to say so!” | Grace | him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the | took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to | Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of | her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. | boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of | I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look | you can imagine,” the young man said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these | me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet.<|quote|>“You’re very good to say so!”</|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, | The Outcry |
If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. | No speaker | very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell | she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how | right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you | hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you | the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil | bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think | said, “what he makes me feel--most of all when he’s so awfully good-natured to me. His being as ‘great’ as you say and yet backing me--such as I am!--doesn’t _that_ strike you as a good note for me, the best you could possibly require? For he really _would_ like what I propose to you.” She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John | then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!”<|quote|>If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.</|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She | The Outcry |
“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” | Lord John | of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this | as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he | the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of | will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean | I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” | young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears | She might have been noting, while she thought, that he had risen to ingenuity, to fineness, on the wings of his argument; under the effect of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of | it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question.<|quote|>“Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”</|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting | The Outcry |
Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. | No speaker | have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should | let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good | who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I | The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of | with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them | reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come | of which her reply had the air of a concession. “Yes--he would like it.” “Then he _has_ spoken to you?” her suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride | elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?”<|quote|>Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.</|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which | The Outcry |
“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” | Grace | whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” | nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle | time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” | If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for | hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he | for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a | suitor eagerly asked. “He hasn’t needed--he has ways of letting one know.” “Yes, yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that | what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined.<|quote|>“Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”</|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her | The Outcry |
“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” | Theign | how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle | you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one | how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, | they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh | perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the | him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none | yes, he has ways; all his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, | still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.”<|quote|>“‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”</|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender | The Outcry |
said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. | No speaker | “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask | how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then | then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed | to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I | with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only | through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that | his own--like everything else he has. He’s wonderful.” She fully agreed. “He’s wonderful.” The tone of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, | rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?”<|quote|>said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.</|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he | The Outcry |
“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” | Grace | of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him | absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly | this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from | the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the | amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain | me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing | of it appeared somehow to shorten at once for Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of | --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other.<|quote|>“I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”</|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must | The Outcry |
“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” | Theign | ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, | other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it | the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for | so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally | as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and | dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid | Lord John the rest of his approach to a conclusion. “So you do see your way?” “Ah--!” she said with a quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, | “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.”<|quote|>“Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”</|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord | The Outcry |
“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” | Grace | deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with | you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean | “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ | how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You | I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let | to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only | quick sad shrinkage. “I mean,” her visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the | you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.”<|quote|>“Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”</|quote|>--the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was | The Outcry |
--the girl put it with some point. | No speaker | they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say | with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare | Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as | let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and | I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” | Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which | visitor hastened to explain, “if he does put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of | that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!”<|quote|>--the girl put it with some point.</|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John | The Outcry |
“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” | Theign | put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view | overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape | from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The | from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You | it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps | shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment | put it to you as the very best idea he has for you. When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show | on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point.<|quote|>“If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”</|quote|>he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign | The Outcry |
he replied-- | No speaker | I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that | to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six | to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under | drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people | him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly | “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the | When he does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that | I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,”<|quote|>he replied--</|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be | The Outcry |
“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” | Theign | say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady | I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong | you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, | to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered | had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is | perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter | does that--as I believe him ready to do--will you really and fairly listen to him? I’m certain, honestly, that when you know me better--!” His confidence in short donned a bravery. “I’ve been feeling this quarter of an hour,” the girl returned, “that I do know you better.” “Then isn’t that all I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might | least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied--<|quote|>“from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”</|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young | The Outcry |
“Was bound to overflow?” | Grace | The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the | scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave | view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others | I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of | immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” | your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by | I want?--unless indeed I ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. | he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--”<|quote|>“Was bound to overflow?”</|quote|>Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m | The Outcry |
Lady Grace suggested. | No speaker | stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of | back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has | collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them | a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to | Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took | because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is | ought perhaps to ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be | was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?”<|quote|>Lady Grace suggested.</|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask | The Outcry |
“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” | Theign | to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and | under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s | six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, | should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I | time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man | “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care | ask rather if it isn’t all _you_ do! At any rate,” said Lord John, “I may see you again here?” She waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair | at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested.<|quote|>“Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”</|quote|>Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the | The Outcry |
Lord Theign insisted, | No speaker | formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” | not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all | held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of | put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, | come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just | “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” | waited a moment. “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit | “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,”<|quote|>Lord Theign insisted,</|quote|>“go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that | The Outcry |
“go and deal with it.” | Theign | must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all | by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You | bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute | some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw | have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears | begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would | “You must have patience with me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have | he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted,<|quote|>“go and deal with it.”</|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here | The Outcry |
His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. | No speaker | “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, | must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to | pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look | to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were | Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign | with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I | me.” “I _am_ having it But _after_ your father’s appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant | had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.”<|quote|>His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.</|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if | The Outcry |
“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” | Grace | all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly | it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To | The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the | did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as | he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” | appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once | appeal.” “Well,” she said, “that must come first.” “Then you won’t dodge it?” She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining | me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold.<|quote|>“You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”</|quote|>“The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that | The Outcry |
“The two things,” | Theign | others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different | up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply | the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and | hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were | John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made | it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, | She looked at him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a | sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.”<|quote|>“The two things,”</|quote|>he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, | The Outcry |
he promptly replied, | No speaker | them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which | then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with | of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she | and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI | should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. | told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join | him straight “I don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, | himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,”<|quote|>he promptly replied,</|quote|>“require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve | The Outcry |
“require different natures.” | Theign | two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, | to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of | of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to | faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face | father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all | much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing | don’t dodge, Lord John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided | bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied,<|quote|>“require different natures.”</|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too | The Outcry |
To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, | No speaker | promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and | down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an | been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you | was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have | you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace | undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. | John.” He admired the manner of it “You look awfully handsome as you say so--and you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and | he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.”<|quote|>To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,</|quote|>“Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without | The Outcry |
“Go!” | Grace | authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she | as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant | and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” | as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given | looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told | can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It | you see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not | right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness,<|quote|>“Go!”</|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public | The Outcry |
It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. | No speaker | though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let | with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, | deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the | still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is | from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. | help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to | see what _that_ does to me.” As to attentuate a little the freedom of which he went on: “May I fondly hope that if Lady Imber too should wish to put in another word for me----?” “Will I listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to | you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!”<|quote|>It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.</|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the | The Outcry |
“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” | Lord John | to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, | resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in | added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given | by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and | they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which | want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as | listen to her?” --it brought Lady Grace straight down. “No, Lord John, let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of | how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared.<|quote|>“The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”</|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There | The Outcry |
Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. | No speaker | rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” | that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John | It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom | deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” | “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” | it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his | let me tell you at once that I’ll do nothing of the sort Kitty’s quite another affair, and I never listen to her a bit more than I can help.” Lord John appeared to feel, on this, that he mustn’t too easily, in honour, abandon a person who had presented herself to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option | he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!”<|quote|>Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.</|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord | The Outcry |
“She didn’t want to go?” | Theign | appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John | betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce | John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” | was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not | as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim | third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes | to him as an ally. “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine | dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him.<|quote|>“She didn’t want to go?”</|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the | The Outcry |
And then before Lord John could reply: | No speaker | “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the | appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John | an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. | only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly | I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. | from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that | “Ah, you strike me as a little hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, | father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?”<|quote|>And then before Lord John could reply:</|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once | The Outcry |
“What the deuce is the matter with her?” | Theign | before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. | want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little | just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly | with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other | bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by | them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have | hard on her. Your father himself--in his looser moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate | of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply:<|quote|>“What the deuce is the matter with her?”</|quote|>Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; | The Outcry |
Lord John took his time. | No speaker | is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little | could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the | sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” | the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you | Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of | Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to | moments!--takes pleasure in what she says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, | I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?”<|quote|>Lord John took his time.</|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes | The Outcry |
“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” | Lord John | Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is | is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A | two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s | Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His | strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off | another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as | says.” Our young woman’s eyes, as they rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his | should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time.<|quote|>“I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”</|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each | The Outcry |
“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” | Theign | perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was | took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she | face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none | to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I | has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met | you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should | rested on him after this remark, had no mercy for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was | look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.”<|quote|>“And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”</|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, | The Outcry |
“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” | Lord John | is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord | Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among | the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not | let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in | You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the | then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful | for its extreme feebleness. “If you mean that she’s the most reckless rattle one knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was thinking a little, you understand, of the importance of our own time.” Divinably Lord | let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?”<|quote|>“A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”</|quote|>“Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, | The Outcry |
“Where is he then?” | Theign | she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there | was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems | And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But | an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a | for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s | to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge | knows, and that she never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was thinking a little, you understand, of the importance of our own time.” Divinably Lord Theign put himself out | and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.”<|quote|>“Where is he then?”</|quote|>Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, | The Outcry |
Lord Theign demanded. | No speaker | invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which | whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have | John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly | them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment | perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t | turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on | never looks so beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was thinking a little, you understand, of the importance of our own time.” Divinably Lord Theign put himself out less, as we | drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?”<|quote|>Lord Theign demanded.</|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed | The Outcry |
“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” | Lord John | he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship | to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on | “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and | just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it | work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once | drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and | beautiful as when she’s at her worst, and that, always clever for where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was thinking a little, you understand, of the importance of our own time.” Divinably Lord Theign put himself out less, as we may say, for the comparatively matter-of-course haunters of his garden than for | by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded.<|quote|>“Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”</|quote|>“Oh!” --it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. | The Outcry |
“Oh!” | Theign | partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. | among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such | time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you | the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was | “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let | John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his | where she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was thinking a little, you understand, of the importance of our own time.” Divinably Lord Theign put himself out less, as we may say, for the comparatively matter-of-course haunters of his garden than for interlopers | bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.”<|quote|>“Oh!”</|quote|>--it made his lordship easier. “Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say | The Outcry |
--it made his lordship easier. | No speaker | to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such | the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could | “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow | two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign | two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join | desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste | she makes out her interest, she has learnt to ‘get round’ him till he only sees through her eyes--if you mean _that_ I understand you perfectly. But even if you think me horrid for reflecting so on my nearest and dearest, it’s not on the side on which he has most confidence in his elder daughter that his youngest is moved to have most confidence in _him_.” Lord John stared as if she had shaken some odd bright fluttering object in his face; but then recovering himself: “He hasn’t perhaps an absolutely boundless confidence--” “In any one in the world but himself?” --she had taken him straight up. “He hasn’t indeed, and that’s what we must come to; so that even if he likes you as much as you doubtless very justly feel, it won’t be because you are right about your being nice, but because _he_ is!” “You mean that if I were wrong about it he would still insist that he isn’t?” Lady Grace was indeed sure. “Absolutely--if he had begun so! He began so with Kitty--that is with allowing her everything.” Lord John appeared struck. “Yes--and he still allows her two thousand.” “I’m glad to hear it--she has never told me how much!” the girl undisguisedly smiled. “Then perhaps I oughtn’t!” --he glowed with the light of contrition. “Well, you can’t help it now,” his companion remarked with amusement. “You mean that he ought to allow _you_ as much?” Lord John inquired. “I’m sure you’re right, and that he will,” he continued quite as in good faith; “but I want you to understand that I don’t care in the least what it may be!” The subject of his suit took the longest look at him she had taken yet. “You’re very good to say so!” If this was ironic the touch fell short, thanks to his perception that they had practically just ceased to be alone. They were in presence of a third figure, who had arrived from the terrace, but whose approach to them was not so immediate as to deprive Lord John of time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these intimations--yet with the very blandness that was not accessible to hustling and was never forgetful of its standing privilege of criticism. He had come in from his public duty, a few minutes before, somewhat flushed and blown; but that had presently dropped--to the effect, we should have guessed, of his appearing to Lord John at least as cool as the occasion required. His appearance, we ourselves certainly should have felt, was in all respects charming--with the great note of it the beautiful restless, almost suspicious, challenge to you, on the part of deep and mixed things in him, his pride and his shyness, his conscience, his taste and his temper, to deny that he was admirably simple. Obviously, at this rate, he had a passion for simplicity--simplicity, above all, of relation with you, and would show you, with the last subtlety of displeasure, his impatience of your attempting anything more with himself. With such an ideal of decent ease he would, confound you, “sink” a hundred other attributes--or the recognition at least and the formulation of them--that you might abjectly have taken for granted in him: just to show you that in a beastly vulgar age you had, and small wonder, a beastly vulgar imagination. He sank thus, surely, in defiance of insistent vulgarity, half his consciousness of his advantages, flattering himself that mere facility and amiability, a true effective, a positively ideal suppression of reference in any one to anything that might complicate, alone floated above. This would be quite his religion, you might infer--to cause his hands to ignore in whatever contact any opportunity, however convenient, for an unfair pull. Which habit it was that must have produced in him a sort of ripe and radiant fairness; if it be allowed us, that is, to figure in so shining an air a nobleman of fifty-three, of an undecided rather than a certified frame or outline, of a head thinly though neatly covered and not measureably massive, of an almost trivial freshness, of a face marked but by a fine inwrought line or two and lighted by a merely charming expression. You might somehow have traced back the whole character so presented to an ideal privately invoked--that of his establishing in the formal garden of his suffered greatness such easy seats and short perspectives, such winding paths and natural-looking waters, as would mercifully break up the scale. You would perhaps indeed have reflected at the same time that the thought of so much mercy was almost more than anything else the thought of a great option and a great margin--in fine of fifty alternatives. Which remarks of ours, however, leave his lordship with his last immediate question on his hands. “Well, yes--_that_, of course, in all propriety,” his companion has meanwhile replied to it. “But I was thinking a little, you understand, of the importance of our own time.” Divinably Lord Theign put himself out less, as we may say, for the comparatively matter-of-course haunters of his garden than for interlopers even but slightly accredited. He | time for another question. “Will you let _him_ tell you, at all events, how good he thinks me?--and then let me come back and have it from you again?” Lady Grace’s answer to this was to turn, as he drew nearer, to the person by whom they were now joined. “Lord John desires you should tell me, father, how good you think him.” “‘Good,’ my dear?--good for what?” said Lord Theign a trifle absurdly, but looking from one of them to the other. “I feel I must ask _him_ to tell you.” “Then I shall give him a chance--as I should particularly like you to go back and deal with those overwhelming children.” “Ah, they don’t overwhelm _you_, father!” --the girl put it with some point. “If you mean to say I overwhelmed _them_, I dare say I did,” he replied-- “from my view of that vast collective gape of six hundred painfully plain and perfectly expressionless faces. But that was only for the time: I pumped advice--oh _such_ advice!--and they held the large bucket as still as my pet pointer, when I scratch him, holds his back. The bucket, under the stream--” “Was bound to overflow?” Lady Grace suggested. “Well, the strong recoil of the wave of intelligence has been not unnaturally followed by the formidable break. You must really,” Lord Theign insisted, “go and deal with it.” His daughter’s smile, for all this, was perceptibly cold. “You work people up, father, and then leave others to let them down.” “The two things,” he promptly replied, “require different natures.” To which he simply added, as with the habit of authority, though not of harshness, “Go!” It was absolute and she yielded; only pausing an instant to look as with a certain gathered meaning from one of the men to the other. Faintly and resignedly sighing she passed away to the terrace and disappeared. “The nature that _can_ let you down--I rather like it, you know!” Lord John threw off. Which, for an airy elegance in them, were perhaps just slightly rash words--his companion gave him so sharp a look as the two were left together. VI Face to face with his visitor the master of Dedborough betrayed the impression his daughter appeared to have given him. “She didn’t want to go?” And then before Lord John could reply: “What the deuce is the matter with her?” Lord John took his time. “I think perhaps a little Mr. Crimble.” “And who the deuce is a little Mr. Crimble?” “A young man who was just with her--and whom she appears to have invited.” “Where is he then?” Lord Theign demanded. “Off there among the pictures--which he seems partly to have come for.” “Oh!”<|quote|>--it made his lordship easier.</|quote|>“Then he’s all right--on such a day.” His companion could none the less just wonder. “Hadn’t Lady Grace told you?” “That he was coming? Not that I remember.” But Lord Theign, perceptibly preoccupied, made nothing of this. “We’ve had other fish to fry, and you know the freedom I allow her.” His friend had a vivid gesture. “My dear man, I only ask to profit by it!” With which there might well have been in Lord John’s face a light of comment on the pretension in such a quarter to allow freedom. Yet it was a pretension that Lord Theign sustained--as to show himself far from all bourgeois narrowness. “She has her friends by the score--at this time of day.” There was clearly a claim here also--to _know_ the time of day. “But in the matter of friends where, by the way, is your own--of whom I’ve but just heard?” “Oh, off there among the pictures too; so they’ll have met and taken care of each other.” Accounting for this inquirer would be clearly the least of Lord John’s difficulties. “I mustn’t appear to Bender to have failed him; but I must at once let you know, before I join him, that, seizing my opportunity, I have just very definitely, in fact very pressingly, spoken to Lady Grace. It hasn’t been perhaps,” he continued, “quite the pick of a chance; but that seemed never to come, and if I’m not too fondly mistaken, at any rate, she listened to me without abhorrence. Only I’ve led her to expect--for our case--that you’ll be so good, without loss of time, as to say the clinching word to her yourself.” “Without loss, you mean, of--a--my daughter’s time?” Lord Theign, confessedly and amiably interested, had accepted these | The Outcry |
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