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se (and plenty of 'em!) one damnably does." Lady Sandgate, by a turn of the hand, dropped oil from her golden cruse. "Ah, you did _that_, in your own grand way, before you went abroad!" "I don't speak of the matter, my dear man, in the light of its effect on _you_," Lord John importantly explained--"but in the light of its effect on Bender; who so consumedly wants the picture, if he _is_ to have it, to be a Mantovano, but seems unable to get it taken at last for anything but the fine old Moretto that of course it has always been." Lord Theign, in growing disgust at the whole beastly complication, betrayed more and more the odd pitch of the temper that had abruptly restored him with such incalculable weight to the scene of action. "Well, isn't a fine old Moretto good enough for him; confound him?" It pulled up not a little Lord John, who yet made his point. "A fine old Moretto, you know, was exactly what he declined at Dedborough--for its comparative, strictly comparative, insignificance; and he only thought of the picture when the wind began to rise for the enormous rarity--" "That that mendacious young cad who has bamboozled Grace," Lord Theign broke in, "tried to befool us, for his beggarly reasons, into claiming for it?" Lady Sandgate renewed her mild influence. "Ah, the knowing people haven't had their last word--the possible Mantovano isn't exploded _yet!_" Her noble friend, however, declined the offered spell. "I've had enough of the knowing people--the knowing people are serpents! My picture's to take or to leave--and it's what I've come back, if you please, John, to say to your man to his face." This declaration had a report as sharp and almost as multiplied as the successive cracks of a discharged revolver; yet when the light smoke cleared Lady Sand-gate at least was still left standing and smiling. "Yes, why in mercy's name can't he choose _which?_--and why does he write him, dreadful Breckenridge, such tiresome argumentative letters?" Lord John took up her idea as with the air of something that had been working in him rather vehemently, though under due caution too, as a consequence of this exchange, during which he had apprehensively watched his elder. "I don't think I quite see _how_, my dear Theign, the poor chap's letter was so offensive." In that case his dear Theign could tell him. "Because it was a tissue of expressions that may pass current--over counters and in awful newspapers--in
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