"Lord Charles Delagrange was my partner. Do you know him?"
His face changed. "He's my uncle, I'm sorry to say," he said stiffly.
"But if I were to meet him in the street I should look the other way.
He's a swab of the first water."
"He seems cheerful enough," I said, "and enjoys his life thoroughly, to
all appearances."
"I dare say he does. But there must be times when he asks himself
whether the company he keeps is worth the price he pays for it. He can't
get any other. I shouldn't think there's a servants' hall in the country
that would be open to him now."
"I suppose the best society in the place is to be found in the servants'
hall."
"Of course it is--the best female society. You must come and dine with
us one night here. We'll give you a very poor dinner."
"Thank you. You are very kind."
"Not at all. Of course, it's a little different in this house. We have
to keep up the farce, and we don't like to put people like the Perrys
out. We generally choose a night for our parties when they are dining
out. In other houses you can just tell them upstairs that there won't be
any regular dinner for them, when you think of having guests of your
own."
At that moment Edward came into the room, and Lord Arthur left us,
saying that he must go and help Mr. Blother with the table.
Edward seemed a trifle disturbed. "I say," he said, "what is all this
about your being a Highlander?"
"Well, Miss Miriam and I settled it between ourselves that England must
be in the Highlands somewhere," I explained.
He looked at me with some suspicion. "It's all very well to have a
joke," he said, "and the story you made up to me was certainly very
ingenious and amusing, though highly absurd. But I don't think you ought
to want to keep it up any longer. It amused Miriam, but there's always
the danger, where a young girl lives in such surroundings as these, that
she may get a taste for luxury. You ought not to make it out to her that
people could live anywhere in the way you pretend without disgrace. It
is apt to confound right and wrong."
"My dear fellow," I said, "I quite see your point. But Miss Miriam is so
level-headed that I am sure she would never be affected in that way."
"Perhaps not," he said. "Still, I think it is time you dropped it. Of
course, I shouldn't dream of asking you where you really do come from,
if you don't want to tell me. It is quite obvious that you are well-born
and well-educated, and that is enough for me."
"My dear Edward, if you will let me call you so, I appreciate your
delicacy. All I have told you is true, but I have not the slightest wish
to publish it abroad if you think it would be better that I shouldn't."
"I think it is _much_ better that you shouldn't, unless you wish to lie
under the suspicion of being touched in the head."
"No, I don't wish that at all. As I am already supposed to be a
Highlander, suppose we keep to that."
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