“The school exists. I have not been down there. I met Mr. Shalders yesterday. He has left the school.”
“You come up from Olmer?”
“I was at Olmer last week, Lady Ormont.”
An involuntary beam from her eyes thanked him for her title at that juncture of the dialogue. She grew more spirited.
“Mr. Shalders has joined the Dragoons, has he?”
“The worthy man has a happy imagination. He goes through a campaign daily.”
“It seems to one to dignify his calling.”
“I like his enthusiasm.”
The lady withdrew into her thoughts; Weyburn fell upon his work.
Mention of the military cloak of enthusiasm covering Shalders, brought the scarce credible old time to smite at his breast, in the presence of these eyes. A ringing of her title of Lady Ormont rendered the present time the incredible.