'Who told you that? I have said nothing to anybody.'
'Of course he told me himself,' said the young beauty. I am aware
that, in the word beauty, and perhaps, also, the word young, a
little bit of the horse appearing; and I am already sure that I
shall have to show his head and neck, even if not his very tail.
'Poor Frank! Did you hear it all?'
'I heard nothing, Lady Mab, and know nothing.'
'You know that your awful governor won't let him stay any longer
in Carlton Terrace?'
'Yes, I know that.'
'And why not?'
'Would Lord Grex allow Percival to have his friends living here?'
Lord Grex was Lady Mabel's father, Lord Percival was the Earl's
son;--and the Earl lived in Belgrave Square. All these little bits
of the horse.
'Certainly not. In the first place, I am here.'
'That makes a difference, certainly.'
'Of course it makes a difference. They would be wanting to make
love to me.'
'No doubt. I should, I know.'
'And therefore it wouldn't do for you to live here, and then papa
is living here himself. And then the permission never has been
given.
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