CHAPTER XXX.
MOVEMENTS 'We are going first of all to the Pilkingtons', in Warwickshire,' said Annabel, talking with Mrs.Ormonde at the latter's hotel in the last week of July.

'Mr.Lanyard--the poet, you know--will be there; I am curious to see him.

Father remembers him a 'scrubby starveling'-- to use his phrase--a reviewer of novels for some literary paper.

He has just married Lady Emily Quell--you heard of it?
How paltry it is for people to laugh and sneer whenever a poor man marries a rich woman.

I know nothing of him except from his poetry, but that convinces me that he is above sordid motives.' 'Then you do still retain some of your idealism, Bell ?' 'All that I ever had, I hope.