She greeted
Lord Fawn very prettily, holding him by the hand long enough to show that
she had more claim to do so than could any other woman, and then she just
murmured her cousin's name. The two men shook hands, and looked at each
other as men who know they are not friends, and think that they may live
to be enemies. Lord Fawn, who rarely forgot anything, had certainly not
forgotten the Sawab; and Frank was aware that he might soon be called on
to address his lordship in anything but friendly terms. They said,
however, a few words about Parliament and the weather, and the
desirability of escaping from London.
"Frank," said Lady Eustace, "is coming down in August to shoot my three
annual grouse at Portray. He would keep one for you, my lord, if he
thought you would come for it."
"I'll promise Lord Fawn a fair third at any rate," said Frank.
"I cannot visit Portray this August, I'm afraid," said his lordship, "much
as I might wish to do so. One of us must remain at the India Office----"
"Oh, that weary India Office!" exclaimed "Lizzie.
"I almost think that you official men are worse off than we barristers,"
said Frank.
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