For the present I'll let the improved cottages go."
CHAPTER IV.
As Lothaw turned to leave the Cardinal, he was struck by a
beautiful face. It was that of a matron, slim but shapely as an
Ionic column. Her face was Grecian, with Corinthian temples;
Hellenic eyes that looked from jutting eyebrows, like dormer-
windows in an Attic forehead, completed her perfect Athenian
outline. She wore a black frock-coat tightly buttoned over her
bloomer trousers, and a standing collar.
"Your Lordship is struck by that face," said a social parasite.
"I am; who is she?"
"Her name is Mary Ann. She is married to an American, and has
lately invented a new religion"
"Ah!" said Lothaw eagerly, with difficulty restraining himself from
rushing toward her.
"Yes; shall I introduce you?"
Lothaw thought of Lady Coriander's High Church proclivities, of the
Cardinal, and hesitated: "No, I thank you, not now."
CHAPTER V.
Lothaw was maturing. He had attended two woman's rights
conventions, three Fenian meetings, had dined at White's, and had
danced vis-a-vis to a prince of the blood, and eaten off of gold
plates at Crecy House.
His stables were near Oxford, and occupied more ground than the
University.
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