But, nevertheless, we should not be
hard upon him. All is fair in love and war; and if this was not love,
it was the usual thing that stands as a counterpart for it.
"Not a soul," said Lord Lufton. "I was very nearly hanging myself in
the Park next morning--only it rained."
"What nonsense! You had your mother to talk to."
"Oh, my mother,--yes; and you may tell me too, if you please, that
Captain Culpepper was there. I do love my mother dearly; but do you
think that she could make up for your absence?" And his voice was
very tender, and so were his eyes.
"And Miss Robarts; I thought you admired her very much?"
"What, Lucy Robarts?" said Lord Lufton, feeling that Lucy's name
was more than he at present knew how to manage. Indeed that name
destroyed all the life there was in that little flirtation. "I do
like Lucy Robarts, certainly. She is very clever; but it so happened
that I saw little or nothing of her after you were gone." To this
Griselda made no answer, but drew herself up, and looked as cold
as Diana when she froze Orion in the cave. Nor could she be got to
give more than monosyllabic answers to the three or four succeeding
attempts at conversation which Lord Lufton made. And then they danced
again, but Griselda's steps were by no means so lively as before.
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