Moths by Ouida — page 82: what you’re looking at

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78 MOTHS. He thought of a serious sweet face, a neble mouth, a low, broad brow ,with the fair hair lying thickly above it. | ‘<Good God!” he thought, ‘‘ who would ever have dreamt that she could have had such a daughter?’ And his heart was sick, and his meditation was bitter. He was of a loyal, faithful, dog-like temper, yet in that moment he turned in revolt against the captivity that had once seemed sweet, and he hated the mother of Vere. A little later Lord Jura told his host that he was very sorry, regretted infinitely, and all that, but he was obliged to go up to Scotland. His father had a great house party there, and would have no denial. Alone, Lady Dolly said to him, ‘‘ What does this mean? what is this for? You know you never go to Camelot; you know that you go to every other house in the kingdom sooner. What did you say it for? And how dare you say it without seeing if it suit me? It doesn’t suit me.” “‘T put it on Camelot because it sounds more decent; and I mean to go,” said Lord Jura, plunging his hands in his pockets. ‘The truth is, Dolly, I don’t care to be in this blackguard’s house. Heis ablackguard, and you’re wanting to get him.” ‘Lady Dolly turned pale and sick. ‘‘ What language! How is he any more a—what you say—~ than you are, or anybody else? And pray for what do I want © him?” The broad, frank brows of Lord Jura grew stormy as he frowned. “The man is a blackguard. There are things one can’t say to women. Everybody knows it. Everybody knows it. You don’t care; you want to get him for the child.” ‘“Vera? Good gracious! Whatis Vera to you, if it be what you fancy?” ‘* Nothing!” said Lord Jura, and his lips were pressed close to- gether, and he did not look at his companion. | ‘Then why—I should say she isn’t, indeed!—but who, in the name of goodness——” | ‘* Look here, Dolly,” said the young man, sternly. ‘‘ Look here. I’m death on sport, and I’ve killed most things, from stripes in the jungle to the red rover in the furrows; I don’t affect to be a feeling fellow, or to go in for that sort of sentiment, but there was one thing I never could stand seeing, and that was a little innocent, wild rabbit caught in a -gin-trap. My keepers daren’t set one for their lives. I can’t catch you by the throat © or throttle Jouroff as I should a keeper if-I caught him at it, so I go toCamelot. That’sall. Don’t make a fuss. You’re going ee a wicked thing, if you can do it, and I won’t look on; that’s all.’ Lady Dolly was very frightened. ‘What do you know about Zouroff?” she murmured, hurriedly. ‘*Only what all Paris knows; that is quite enough.” ) Lady Dolly was relieved, and instantly allowed herself to grow angry. => ’ = —_ com G ofoyo) CS: (elo) Cleo LL ti ee