Mrs.Cricklander had indeed with him that delightful sense of rest and ceasing from toil that being herself gave.

She felt she could launch forth into as free a naturalness as if she had been selling little pigs' feet in her grandfather's original shop.

And all to a man who was rising--rising in that great country of England, where some day he might play a _role_ no less than Tallien's, and she could be "Notre dame de Thermidor." Arabella had once told her of this lady's story, and she felt that the time in Bordeaux when the beautiful Therese wore the red cap of Liberty and hung upon the arm of one who had swum in the blood of the aristocrats, must have been an experience worth having in life.

Her study of Madame Tallien went no further; it was the lurid revolutionary part in her career that she liked.
Mr.Hanbury-Green was very careful at first.

He was quite aware that he was only received with _empressement_ because he was successful; he knew and appreciated the fact that Cecilia Cricklander only cared for members of a winning side.