Selwyn----" "Her nose was just as sharp though--'peaky,' I used to call it," nodded the Duchess. "And she has actually sent Lisbeth away--dear child--and to such a horrid, quiet little place, too, where she'll have nobody to talk to but that young Selwyn----" "I beg pardon, Duchess, but----" "I beg pardon, Duchess, but----" "Horace Selwyn, of Selwyn Park--cousin to Lord Selwyn, of Brankesmere. Agatha has been scheming for it a long time, under the rose, you know. Of course, it would be a good match in a way--wealthy, and all that--but I must say he bores me horribly--so very serious and precise!" "Horace Selwyn, of Selwyn Park--cousin to Lord Selwyn, of Brankesmere. Agatha has been scheming for it a long time, under the rose, you know. Of course, it would be a good match in a way--wealthy, and all that--but I must say he bores me horribly--so very serious and precise!" "Really!" I exclaimed, "do you mean to say----" "Really!" I exclaimed, "do you mean to say----" "I expect she will have them married before they know it--Agatha's dreadfully determined. Her character lies in her nose and chin." "I expect she will have them married before they know it--Agatha's dreadfully determined. Her character lies in her nose and chin." "But Lisbeth is not a child--she has a will of her own, and----" "But Lisbeth is not a child--she has a will of her own, and----" "True," nodded the Duchess, "but is it a match for Agatha's chin? And then, too, it is rather more than possible that you are become the object of her bitterest scorn by now." "True," nodded the Duchess, "but is it a match for Agatha's chin? And then, too, it is rather more than possible that you are become the object of her bitterest scorn by now." "But, my dear Duchess----" "But, my dear Duchess----" "Oh, Agatha is a born diplomat. Of course she has written before this, and, without actually saying it, has managed to convey the fact that you are a monster of perfidy; and Lisbeth, poor child, who is probably crying her eyes out, or imagining she
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