The Outcry: -1911

'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 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.

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