"Well, what do you feel yourself?" said Lady Mary. "Women who look like
that--even when they are not millionairesses--usually marry whom they
choose. I do not believe that the two beautiful Miss Gunnings rolled
into one would have made anything as undeniable as she is. One has seen
portraits of them. Look at her as she stands there talking to Tommy and
Lord Dunholm!"
Internally Mount Dunstan was saying: "I am looking at her, thank you,"
and setting his teeth a little.
But Lady Mary was launched upon a subject which swept her along with it,
and she--so to speak--ground the thing in.
"Look at the turn of her head! Look at her mouth and chin, and her eyes
with the lashes sweeping over them when she looks down! You must have
noticed the effect when she lifts them suddenly to look at you. It's so
odd and lovely that it--it almost----"
"Almost makes you jump," ended Mount Dunstan drily.
She did not laugh and, in fact, her expression became rather
sympathetically serious.
"Ah," she said, "I believe you feel a sort of rebellion against the
unfairness of the way things are dealt out. It does seem unfair, of
course. It would be perfectly disgraceful--if she were different. I
had moments of almost hating her until one day not long ago she did
something so bewitchingly kind and understanding of other people's
feelings that I gave up.
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