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Women nowadays keep their good looks much longer than they used to do.
The woman of forty, and even the woman of fifty, to-day is not so old as
the woman of thirty was--well, thirty years ago. For this reason, no
doubt, and because we are becoming so very Continental, the married
women reign supreme, and appear to reign for ever. It seems absurd to
read in the list of beauties at a ball, the names of mothers and
daughters bracketed together; but, in several instances, if the truth
were told, it should be the daughter's name, and and not the mother's,
which ought to be left out.
"Do you know, Mr. Chisholm, I have already paid a visit to your
chambers," her ladyship laughed. "Lady Richard Nevill took me up with
her, fearing that I should catch cold while waiting in the carriage.
She has been staying with us down at Fernhurst. Perhaps you have
heard?"
"She told me so," the Under-Secretary answered, at once summing her up
as a rather vulgar person who had opened the door of society by means of
a key fashioned out of gold.
"And now I must let you into another secret," she went on fussily. "I
took Muriel to the House the other night, and we heard you speak."
He smiled.
"I don't know what subject you heard me speak upon, Miss Mortimer," he
said, turning to the blue-eyed girl in cream, "but I hope you were
edified."
"I was intensely interested," the young girl said. "Mr. Blackwood," she
added, indicating the Honourable Member who had introduced them,--"took
us all through the House and showed us the library, the dining-rooms,
the Lobby, and all the places that I'd read about. I had no idea the
House of Commons was such a wonderful place and so full of creature
comforts."
"Its wonders are very often tiresome," he remarked with a little smile.
"As a show-place, Miss Mortimer, it is one of the sights of England. As
a place in which to spend half one's days it is not the most
comfortable, I assure you."
"Ah!" exclaimed Lady Meldrum; "of course; I quite understand. A man
holding such an important position in the Government as you do can have
but little time for leisure. I saw you with Lady Richard Nevill just
now. She brought you here, of course."
"Yes," he admitted. "I go out very little."
"And she induced you to come here with her. Charming woman! She was
the light and soul of our party at Fernhurst."
And as the wife of the Jubilee knight continued to make claims upon
Dudley's attention, he was prevented from exchanging more than a few
words with the sweet-faced girl against whom he had been so strangely
warned by the man who for so many years had been one of his closest
friends.
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