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Oh, Claudia! what do you think? Weve just heard that the strikers have become violent, and they are stoning the windows of the mills and the police are powerless to keep order. Poor John is nearly beside himself. I do hope hell take care, with the stones flying about.
The maid helped Claudia on with her cloak. Mrs. Milton was tucking herselfthe maid, with the strange knowledge of the servants hall, did not trouble to help herinto a businesslike garment, long and warm. Claudia heard her make some inquiry of one of the maids, and caught the words last bus.
Gilbert considered. I must go down to my chambers early to-morrow, and I wanted to read over a brief to-night. Still, I might go for an hour. After all He[23] broke off and put his pipe on the mantelpiece. After all, he had been celebrating a victory and his birthday. He had the feeling that he might allow himself a little treat. Claudia would be surprised and, he thought, pleased to see him. It was always easy to see her emotion mirrored in her eyes.... Yes, he would treat himself.
Lady Currey, who moved very little in London society now, did not personally know Swansea, but knew him to be one of the most eligible partis of the day. She had heard a vague rumour of Swanseas attentions to Claudia from another quarter and saw no reason to doubt Circes news. She was nettled, and felt she was being placed in a false position. It revived old memories. Circe had possessed this trick as a young girl.
MELTON GREEN
No.
She was a little startled. So she and Gilberts marital relations were being discussed just like other couples in their set. Gilberts coldness and neglect were being talked about over the teacups of Mayfair. Her pride revolted against it, and her half-formed determination to[189] console herself like the other women she knew hardened. Something that had been pricking her a little ceased to do so. She would take the sweets offered her. After all, life soon endedin a tombstone. An epigram she had heard a few days previously recurred to her mind: Let every woman see to it that she has a present, so that the future may not find her unprovided with a past. Who cared about either her morals or her ethics? She had only herself to reckon with. Herself! Well, she would consider that another time.
Oh! thats different. The men are awful bounders; youre quite right. Id like to see one of them make up to you!
Claudia laughed. Oh well! friends change, even in eighteen months, or else it is that one changes ones self, and friends seem different, judged by different standards. Eighteen months may be a dayor an eternity. He went away just before our wedding, you know. He has written me some most delightful letters at intervals since. He is[100] one of the few men who can write something more than a telegram.
She threaded her way, with handshakes and smiles, to where Circe, in a most exquisite frock, sat in a shaded corner, among a lot of scented cushions. She was talking with more animation than usual to a man whose back was towards Claudia. With her quick eye for beauty, she noticed that he had a particularly well-shaped head, which was finely set on his shoulders. Circe was talking in French to him.
Wait till you know Claudia, mother. You are sure to like her.