That is why I have stuck to
Cis, though the rest of the family have given her the cold shoulder. It
is such magnificent audacity--don't you think so?"
"Yes, indeed," agreed Halcyone. "All people have a right to obtain what
they aspire to if they fit themselves for it."
"That is one of Mr. Derringham's pet theories," Cora laughed. "He held
forth one night, when I was staying at Wendover at Easter, about it--and
it was such fun. Cis did not really understand a single thing of the
classical allusions he was making--but she got through. I watch her with
delight. Men are sweetly simple bats, though, aren't they? Any woman can
take them in--" and Cora laughed again joyously. "I have sat sometimes
in fits to hear Cis keeping a whole group of your best politicians
enthralled, and not one seeing she is just repeating parrot sentences.
You have only to be rich and beautiful and look into a man's eyes and
flatter him, and you can make him believe you are what you please. Now
Freynie thinks I am absolutely perfect when I am really being a horrid
little capricious minx--don't you, Freynie, dear!" and she leaned over
and looked at her betrothed with sweet and tender eyes--and Lord
Freynault got up and moved his chair round, so that the four were in a
circle.
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