The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1878-07-13

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She dined up stairs in her own rooms;
nor did she show next day, nor at any
other meal for some time to come.
Busily occupied, Herbert scarcely
missed her or gave her second
thought. But to his surprise, toward
the end of the week, he found her in
the drawing room dressed for dinner.
1t was curious. kind of tete-a-tete
The butler was chap eron; but there was
no need or thought of chaperonage;
the pair were so evidently at odds that
some one was wanted rather to keep
the peace between them.
you've been in London, | suppose?'
she asked.
"Once; at the time of the cattle
show"
"How romantic! And did you live
up lslington way and spend your time
among the fat oxen and pigs?'
mo, Lady Yarlett; l lived with the
geese and donkeys at the West end"
" You can't know London-not the
best London, or you would not talk like
that. What doyou know of its pleasures
and delights, of Joachim, of Burne-
Jones, of George Eliot, of the great
questions of the hour?"
Very little, of course, and care
less" said Herbert, with an amused
smile.
Your horizon is bounded by your
narrow field; your politics pivot upon
turnips and tOp-dressing your literature
EGpreSS; you have no artistic percep-
f,.,,n IS l,
cendentalism, no SUFFICIENTLY, no refine
ment, no taste.n
"Quite so. We surrender all par
ticularly the long words, which | don't
pretend to comprehend to you London
ers without pang."
And now, for the first time, Lady
Garlett began to be uncomfortable con
sciOus that he was laughing at her. 1t
was quite evident that she made no i'm
preston upon him at all; that her airs
and graces, her assumed superiority,
were thrown away on him; that he was
callOus to her destinations, Indifferent
to her charms. All this veXed and an
noyed her. She was piqued, put out;
to be scorned by an uncuItivated bump
kin, such as she still thought Herbert
Lloyd, was very CALLING to her pride.
He must be made to suffer for his
sins. But he gave her no chance. AS
if seeming danger, he avoided her, OBJ
viously and studiously kept her at arms
length-left the room when she entered
it, made excuses for not appearing at
dinner, spoke only a few words of
greeting of the merest commonplace
when any unavoidable accident threw
them together. She began to feel upon
her mettle.
''Takemy compliments to Mr. Lloyd"
she told the butler one morning, after
matters had continued thus for some
days, land say that l should like to
speak to him."
The butler came back to say Mr..
Lloyd was in the justice room, and very
particularly engaged. The police had
just brought in a serious case of poach-
ing.
"rll 90 to him myself" she said,
determined to carry the war at once
into the enemys country; and she was
shown into Herbert's private sanctum,
through which on the inside, the Justice
room only could be reached.
She paused here. The place inter-
ested her directly. Aman's room, con-
stantly used carries away the unmis-
taxable impress of its occupants tastes.
This was no mere office-it was studio
and library as well. An easel stood
near the window, and on it charming
landscape in oils; u great violincello
case lay in a corner; there was piano;
good pictures also on the wall; book
cases crammed with books; books
strewed everywhere about on the table,
on the chairs, on the floor. Mr.. Lloyd
was man of letters, clearly an artist,
musician-of many accomplishments
When Herbert entered he found her
ladyship ensconced in an armchair.
~ beg your pardon for being so long,
Lady Yarlett.''
Don't mention it. | found this
pamphlet, of which l have heard so
much. Everybody has been talking
about it in town 1t is certainly amaz-
ingly clever
~ am glad you like it. | wrote it."
"You! impossible, Mr.. Lloyd! Why
its authorship was the greatest mystery
last season.
"There's the original manuscript"
said Herbert, handing her a bundle Of
closely-written sheets.
"Inever was so surprised in my life,''
cried Lady Yarlett, jumping up. "How
Ihaye misjudgedyou! Idofeel ashamed
of myself. Can you ever forgive me?"
She placed her hand on his arm and
looked at him with appealing eyes.
1t was triflle Intoxicating, perhaps,
but Herbert kept himself remarkably
well.
"And see that you have other cul-
tivated tastes. That violincello is
yours? And you can draw and paint?
You are indeed something more than
mere man of business, bound up in COM
monplace official routine"
"But am bound to routine just now,
Lady Yarlett. must ask you to excuse
me. My horse is at the door, and l
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