19/31 It was like,--almost like the sweetness of motherly love. "And I shall scold you," she continued. "People say that for two or three nights running men have been playing cards at Hap House till morning." "Yes, I had some men there for a week. I could not take their candles away, and put them to bed; could I, Lady Desmond ?" "And there were late suppers, and drinking of toasts, and headaches in the morning, and breakfast at three o'clock, and gentlemen with very pale faces when they appeared rather late at the meet--eh, Mr. The smile was so sweet, so unlike her usual look; that, to tell the truth, was often too sad and careworn for her age. |