Mrs. Pagnell, ‘quite enjoying the company,’ as she told her niece, was dismayed to hear her niece tell her of a milliner’s appointment, positive for three o’clock; and she had written it in her head ’p.m., four o’clock,’ and she had mislaid or destroyed the milliner’s note; and she still had designs upon his lordship’s palms, things to read and hint around her off the lines.  She departed.

Lord Ormont became genial; and there was no one present who did not marvel that he should continue to decree a state of circumstances more or less necessitating the infliction he groaned under.  He was too lofty to be questioned, even by his favourites.  Mrs. Lawrence conjured the ghost of Lady Charlotte for an answer:  this being Lord Adderwood’s idea.  Weyburn let his thoughts go on fermenting.  Pride froze a beginning stir in the bosom of Aminta.

Her lord could captivate a reluctant woman’s bosom when he was genial.  He melted her and made her call up her bitterest pride to perform its recent office.  That might have failed; but it had support in a second letter received from the man accounted both by Mrs. Lawrence and by Mr. Weyburn ‘dangerous’; and the thought of who it was that had precipitated her to ‘play little games’ for the sole sake of rousing him through jealousy to a sense of righteous duty, armed her desperately against him.  She could exult in having read the second letter right through on receipt of it, and in remembering certain phrases; and notably in a reflection shot across her bewildered brain by one of the dangerous man’s queer mad sentences:  ‘Be as iron as you like, I will strike you to heat’; and her thought:  Is there assurance of safety in a perpetual defence?—­all while she smiled on her genial lord, and signified agreement, with a smiting of wonderment at her heart, when he alluded to a panic shout of the country for defence, and said:  ’Much crying of that kind weakens the power to defend when the real attack comes.’  Was it true?

‘But say what you propose?’ she asked.

Lord Ormont proposed vigilance and drill; a small degree of self-sacrifice on the part of the population, and a look-out head in the War Department.  He proposed to have a nation of stout-braced men laughing at the foreign bully or bandit, instead of being a pack of whimpering women; whom he likened to the randomly protestant geese of our country roadside, heads out a yard in a gabble of defence while they go backing.

So thereupon Aminta’s notion of a resemblance in the mutual thought subsided; she relapsed on the cushioning sentiment that she was a woman.  And—­only a woman! he might exclaim, if it pleased him; though he would never be able to say she was one of the whimpering.  She, too, had the choice to indulge in scorn of the superior man stone blind to proceedings intimately affecting him—­if he cared!  One might doubt it.

Mrs. Lawrence listened to him with a mind more disengaged, and a flitting disapproval of Aminta’s unsympathetic ear, or reluctance to stimulate the devout attention a bruised warrior should have in his tent.  She did not press on him the post of umpire.  He consented—­at her request, he said—­to visit the show; but refused any official position that would, it was clearly enough implied, bring his name in any capacity whatever before the country which had unpardonably maltreated him.