But, confound it! I never have the chance now. 'Ay, to be sure,' said Lord Brackenshaw, in a tone of careless dismissal, adding quickly, 'For my part, I am not magnanimous I should like to win. I told her it was not quite en rГЁgle to bring one so far out of our own set but she said, 'Genius itself is not en rГЁgle it comes into the world to make new rules.' And one must admit that.' For her own pleasure, I am sure she would rather have brought the Canon but she is always thinking of others. It was entirely her considerateness that made us bring Herr Klesmer instead of Canon Stopley, who had expressed a wish to come. 'Catherine will be very glad for others to win,' said Mrs. And there's a luck even in these games of skill. Catherine is not up to her usual mark,' continued his lordship, turning to the heiress's mother who sat near. It is wonderful for one in her first year. 'Gad, I think she will, if she carries it on! she is running Juliet Fenn hard. 'It seems to me that Miss Harleth is likely to win the gold arrow.' Her lord had come up to her in one of the intervals of shooting. 'How does the scoring stand, I wonder?' said Lady Brackenshaw, a gracious personage who, adorned with two little girls and a boy of stout make, sat as lady paramount. The hour was enough for her, and she was not obliged to think what she should do next to keep her life at the due pitch. She trod on air, and all things pleasant seemed possible. The belief in both naturally grew stronger as the shooting went on, for she promised to achieve one of the best scores-a success which astonished every one in a new member and to Gwendolen's temperament one success determined another. She did not wish Miss Arrowpoint or any one else to be out of the way, believing in her own good fortune even more than in her skill. This speech of Gwendolen's had rather a malicious sound, but it was not really more than a bubble of fun. 'Well, perhaps a little too symbolical-too much like the figure of Wealth in an allegory.' But how remarkably well Miss Arrowpoint looks to-day! She would make quite a fine picture in that gold-colored dress.' 'It is not addressed to the ears of the future, I suppose. 'No, indeed,' said Gwendolen, with a light laugh 'it is he who understands all about mine and thinks it pitiable.' Klesmer's verdict on her singing had been an easier joke to her since he had been struck by her plastik. 'Ah, you understand all about his music.'

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