Women pushing out into the world for independence, bleed heavy payments all round.
The earl's double-edged defence of her was partly a vindication of another husband, who allowed his wife to call her friend; he was nevertheless assured of her not being corrupt, both by his personal knowledge of the lady, and his perception of her image in the bosom of his wife.

She did no harm there, he knew well.

Although he was not a man to put his trust in faces, as his young secretary inclined to do, Mrs.Lawrence's look of honest boy did count among the pleadings.
And somewhat so might a government cruiser observe the intrusion of a white-sailed yacht in protected sea-waters, where licenced trawlers are at the haul.
Talk over the table coursed as fluently as might be, with Mrs.Pagnell for a boulder in the stream.

Uninformed by malice, she led up to Lord Adderwood's name, and perhaps more designedly spoke of Mr.Morsfield, on whom her profound reading into the female heart of the class above her caused her to harp, as 'a real Antinous,' that the ladies might discuss him and Lord Ormont wax meditative.
Mrs.Lawrence pitied the patient gentleman, while asking him in her mind who was the author of the domestic burden he had to bear.
'It reminds me I have a mission,' she said.

'There's a fencing match down at a hall in the West, near the barracks; private and select: Soldier and Civilian; I forget who challenged--Civilian, one judges; Soldiers are the peaceful party.