The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1888-10-31

mad caprice on a rustic. Somebody with
brown hands and lean elbows, who will
make me look ridiculous when | have to
present her Somebody whom he will
get divorced from with some horrible
esclGndre and uproar that will be the talk
of London a whole season" :"
"A country girl?" said Lord Aubrey,
raising his eyebrows; "Je lui donne une
quinzaine
'Is it not just like him?" cried Lady
Sunbury, with quiver of unutterable
scorn III her voice. rs is not exactly the
kind OF thing we might be sure he would
do? After all these years of hypercriti-
cism, of superciliousness, of disdain, all
these years of romantic caprices and inn
possible passions, after rejecting all the
most charming women in Europe, to go
and throw his life away on rustic hoy
den, vixen whom he saw fighting with a
mob of village bovsi"
Aubrey laughed; he was accustomed TO
lbs codsin manner OF arranging circum-
stances according to her own views OF
them.
Il don't think it can be quite as bad as
that, he said, turning over the letter
which she had thrown to him. lone can
lures. But if you knew there was any
danger of this affair, why did you not stay
on at LadysroOd?"
would to heaven | had!' said Lady
Sunbury, with infinite bitterness. II
should have seen her at any rate!'
Il wouldn't make a quarrel il l We're
you," said Aubrey. You see he writes
very we'll; he is evidently anxious you
should countenance the affair, and that is
a good deal for him to admit"
"Countenance it? Neverw
''Then YOU will make great blunder,'
said her cousin very sensibly. "There is
nothing for any one seriously to object to,
we may be sure. He is not a man to
marry anybody beneath him, and it is
merely matter of good feeling with him
to ask your appreciation; what you do
cannot matter two straws to him. Come,
write something pleasant. Why quarrel?
Alter all, it does not really concern YOU"
Concern me?" repeated Lady sun
bury, in voice stifed with rage. "Not
concern me? What should concern me?
What should concern me if not the honor
OF my family, the reputation OF my
brother, the purity of my fathers name,
the respect of my own native county?"
Those valuable things are all safe
enough" said Aubrey, carelessly. eve
lyn is a fool in some ways, but he will not
buy peche quinze sous with his family
pride; in that kind of matter he is the
proudest man living. OF course it does
not please you; il is natural it should not
please you: but if | were you [ would try
to look as if it did. Pleasantness is al
ways the best policy before anything
which We cannot alter"
what is the matter2' asked the earl
OF Sunbury, coming in with bundle of
letters for his wife 10 answer.
"Guilderoy is going to marry a country
girl, and Hilda takes it as an insult to her
sell" replied her cousin.
Sunbury gave long whistle.
"a country girl and you will have to
present herY he said, with zest in any
thing which annoyed mis- wife.
Others may present her; l shall not"
said Lady Sunbury.
"Ahl you mean TO make a row of il
You always make a row. Lots of people
will present her. Perhaps she has decent
people of her own Is she born as the
French say?"
"You had better write and congratulate
him, said his wife; she cares so much
for your opinion"
81 shall certainly congratulate him.
always like him, though he monopolizes
all the amiability of his family" replied
Sunbury, who had often found the gener-
osity of his brother-in-law convenient and
long-sufIering.
"Oh, yes. write and felicitate him, both
of you," said Aubrey, rising and going
away before what he foresaw would be a
connubial quarrel "He has done great
folly. and OF course he will regret it i'm
measurably, and all that, but we cannot
alter it; and after all it is his own affair.
And you wouldn't like Madame Soria bet
ter, and it would be Madame Soria some
day il it were not some one else"
"a wholesome English girl is certainly
better than that if she be a dairvmaid,'
said Lady Sunbury; and toward evening
she wrote letter which was almost kind
in tone, although the kindness was marred
and Jared by many prophecies of i'll.
''It is strange how certain both she and
John Vernon are that we shall be miser-
ablel" thought Guilderoy when he re-
ceived it.
He had received another letter that day
from Italy which had also irritated him
excessively-a letter full of those useless
reproaches those unwise rebukes, those
injudicious and violent demands which
are the whips wherewith women think to
scourge to activity dead or dying pas
sion. 1hey are usually ss futile as q whip