In that brief, extremely personal gaze,
however, deeper meanings passed between them than they were
conscious of at the moment.
"My dear Lord Warburton," she said, smiling, "you may do, as far
as I'm concerned, whatever comes into your head."
And with this she got up and wandered into the adjoining room,
where, within her companion's view, she was immediately addressed by a
pair of gentlemen, high personages in the Roman world, who met her
as if they had been looking for her. While she talked with them she
found herself regretting she had moved; it looked a little like
running away-all the more as Lord Warburton didn't follow her. She was
glad of this, however, and at any rate she was satisfied. She was so
well satisfied that when, in passing back into the ball-room, she
found Edward Rosier still planted in the doorway, she stopped and
spoke to him again. "You did right not to go away. I've some comfort
for you."
"I need it," the young man softly wailed, "when I see you so awfully
thick with him!"
"Don't speak of him; I'll do what I can for you. I'm afraid it won't
be much, but what I can I'll do."
He looked at her with gloomy obliqueness.
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