Part 30 (1/2)
Lady Bolsover looked at her brother, who glanced swiftly at the servant
Lady Bolsover understood, and told the servant to go
”What can have happened?” she said as the door was closed
”Nothing serious, I warrant,soford when I horsewhipped your first admirer? How old were you then?”
”But Barbara is--”
”Young,” said Sir John, ”and to indulge a frolic has taken advantage of the loose rein You will find her in her roohtly better, and to-night she will be as radiant as a young Diana”
”I trust so”
”Takeresidence in the country has not et that I once understood women very well” And with a smile Sir John departed
CHAPTER XVII
BARBARA'S SELF-SACRIFICE
There were few coaches and lackeys in the square when Sydney Fellowes left Lady Bolsover's Hastily taking leave in the hall of an acquaintance who seemed inclined to bear hihts to think of the dangers of the streets for a lonely ht He went quickly to Pall Mall, and entered a coffee-house there A man at once rose from a corner to attract his attention It was Martin Fairley
”She evidently expected soht,” said Fellowes in a low tone as they sat down together, ”but I cannot guess who, nor whether it wasI am certain, whoever she expected, Mistress Lanison was disappointed”
”Who was there?”
”Sir John Lanison for one, Martin No, his niece did not expect him, nor Lady Bolsover either His arrival was a surprise to both of them”
”And to s hiford? Can Rosmore be in town?”
”No, that is impossible,” returned Fellowes ”He is busy with preparations for the assizes, and is in coe Jeffreys For the present Rosrave there”
”Sir John comes like an ill-ohtfully ”Did he speak with his niece?”
”A feords only, and there was the courtesy as of strangers between the that had any special interest for Mistress Lanison Her expression did not change”
”Do you iine you can read her so easily?”
”Ah, Martin, I know; there is no i with a brush and colour, I could paint you a thousand of her expressions and tell you the thoughts which lay behind them all I am a lover, reh the lady I worshi+p thinks no love she casts aside”
Martin looked at him for a moment in silence, and then laid his hand on his aro in pairs, Master Fellowes”
”You mean--”