Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . ents that Cliffe was pouring outupon him. Once he looked up in a sud-den recoil, and there was a flash froman eye famous for its power of majesticor passionate rebuke. Cliffe, however,took no notice, and talked on, Lorainestill listening. Look at them! said Lady Parham,venomously, in the ear of one of herintimates. We shall have all this outin the House to-morrow. The Oppositionmean to play that man for all hes worth.—Mr. Loraine too!—with his puritanicalways. I know what he thinks of Cliffe!He wouldnt touch him in private. Butin
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 109 June to November 1904 . ents that Cliffe was pouring outupon him. Once he looked up in a sud-den recoil, and there was a flash froman eye famous for its power of majesticor passionate rebuke. Cliffe, however,took no notice, and talked on, Lorainestill listening. Look at them! said Lady Parham,venomously, in the ear of one of herintimates. We shall have all this outin the House to-morrow. The Oppositionmean to play that man for all hes worth.—Mr. Loraine too!—with his puritanicalways. I know what he thinks of Cliffe!He wouldnt touch him in private. Butin public—youll see—hell swallow himwhole—just to annoy Parham. Theresyour politician! And stiff with the angry virtue of the ins, denouncing the faction of the outs, Lady Parham passed on. Elizabeth Tranmore meanwhile turnedto look for Mary Lyster. She found herclose behind, engaged in a perfunctoryconversation, which evidently left herquite free to follow things more too was watching; and presently itseemed to Lady Tranmore that her eyes. LADY KITTY NOT ARRIVED? THE MARRIAGE OF WILLIAM ASHE. 593 met with those of Cliffe. Cliffe paused,abruptly lost the thread of his conversa-tion with Mr. Loraine, and began to makehis way through the crowded Tranmore watched his progresswith some attention. It was the progress,clearly, of a man much in the eye andmouth of the public. Whether the at-mosphere surrounding him in these roomswas more hostile, or more favorable, LadyTranmore could not be quite sure. Cer-tainly the women smiled upon him; andhis strange face, thinner, browner, moreweather-beaten and life-beaten than ever,under its coat of grizzling hair, had theold arrogant and picturesque power, but,as it seemed to her, with something add-ed,—something subtler, was it, more ro-mantic than of yore?—which arrested thespectator. Had he really been in love withthat Frenchwoman ? Lady Tranmorehad heard it rumored that she was dead. It was not towards Ma
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