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Ah no, said Lord Warburton gravely; none! Permit me to ask, Ralph went on, whether its to bring out the fact that you dont mean to make love to her that youre so very civil to the little girl? Lord Warburton gave a slight start; he got up and stood before the fire, looking at it hard. Does that strike you as very ridiculous? Ridiculous? Not in the least, if you really like her. I think her a delightful little person. I dont know when a girl of that age has pleased me more. Shes a charming creature. Ah, she at least is genuine. Of course theres the difference in our agesmore than twenty years. My dear Warburton, said Ralph, are you serious? Perfectly seriousas far as Ive got. Im very glad. And, heaven help us, cried Ralph, how cheered-up old Osmond will be! His companion frowned. I say, dont spoil it. I shouldnt propose for his daughter to please him. Hell have the perversity to be pleased all the same. Hes not so fond of me as that, said his lordship. As that? My dear Warburton, the drawback of your position is that people neednt be fond of you at all to wish to be connected with you. Now, with me in such a case, I should have the happy confidence that they loved me. Lord Warburton seemed scarcely in the mood for doing justice to general axiomshe was thinking of a special case. Do you judge shell be pleased? The girl herself? Delighted, surely. No, no; I mean Mrs Osmond. Ralph looked at him a moment. My dear fellow, what has she to do with it? Whatever she chooses. Shes very fond of Pansy. Very truevery true. And Ralph slowly got up. Its an interesting questionhow far her fondness for Pansy will carry her. He stood there a moment with his hands in his pockets and rather a clouded brow. I hope, you know, that youre veryvery sure. The deuce! he broke off. I dont know how to say it. Yes, you do; you know how to say everything. Well, its awkward. I hope youre sure that among Miss Osmonds merits her beingaso near her stepmother isnt a leading one? Good heavens, Touchett! cried Lord Warburton angrily, for what do you take me? |
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