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e. "The atmosphere," said Sir Roderick, looking up into the clear summer sky, "is getting thundery and complicated. I hate complications! They're a bore! I think I shall go." "I shan't. It will be interesting." "Perhaps you're right. I'll stay a little while." "Ah! here you are. I've been looking for somebody to amuse me." The speaker was Claudia, looking very fresh and cool in her soft white dress. "What have you done with the Pope?" asked Ayre. "He gave me to understand he had wasted enough time on me, and went in to write." "I should think he was right," said Sir Roderick. "I dare say," said Claudia carelessly. Her conscience was evidently quite at ease; but they did not know whether this meant that her actions had deserved no blame. However, they were neither of them men to judge such a case as hers harshly. "If I were fifteen years younger," said Ayre, "I would waste all my time on you." "Why, you're only about forty," said Claudia. "That's not too old." "Good!" said he, smiling. "Life in the old dog yet, eh? But go in and see Lane. He's in the billiard-room, thinking over his sins and getting low-spirited." "And I shall be a change?" "I don't know about that. Perhaps he's a homoeopathist." "I hate you!" said Claudia, with a very kind glance, as she pursued her way in the direction indicated. "She means no harm," said Morewood. "But she may do the devil of a lot. We can't help it, can we?" "No--not our business if we could," said Morewood. Claudia paused for a moment at the door. Eugene was still sitting with his head on his hand. "It's very odd," thought she. "What's he looking at the easel for? There's nothing on it!" Then she began to sing. Eugene looked up. "Is it you, Lady Claudia?" "Yes. Why are you moping here?" "Where's Stafford?" "Everybody," said Claudia impatiently, throwing her hat, and herself after it, on a lounge, "asks me where Father Stafford is. I don't know, Mr. Lane; and what's more, at this moment I don't care. Have you nothing better than that to say to me when I come to look for you?" Eugene pulled himself together. Tragedy airs would be insufferable. "True, most beauteous damsel!" he said. "I am remiss. For the purposes of the moment, hang Stafford! What shall we do?" She got up and came close to him. "Mr. Lane," she whispered, "what do you think there is in the stable?" "I know what there isn't: that's a horse fit to ri
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