Take him in the right way,
and make a conquest of him--for good. He's been very decent to me in our
walk--though you did say such extraordinary things to him this
afternoon. I believe he really wants to make amends."
"I do hate his white eyelashes so," said Kitty, slowly.
"What does it matter," cried Ashe, angrily, "whether he were a
blue-faced baboon!--for two nights? Just listen to him a little,
Kitty--that's all he wants. And--don't be offended!--but hold your own
small tongue--just a little!"
Kitty pulled herself away.
"I believe I shall do something dreadful," she said, quietly.
A sternness to which Ashe's good-humored face was almost wholly strange
showed itself in his expression.
"Why should you do anything dreadful, please? Lord Parham is your guest,
and my political chief. Is there any woman in England who would not do
her best to be civil to him under the circumstances?"
"I suppose not," said Kitty, with deliberation. "No, I don't think there
can be."
"Kitty!"
For the first time Ashe was conscious of real exasperation. What was to
be done with a temperament and a disposition like this?
"Do you never think that you have it in your power to help me or to ruin
me?" he said, with vehemence.
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