"Where does Lali come in?"
"Can you ask? To justify the claims of womanhood in spite of race—and all."
"To bring one man to a sense of the duty of sex to sex, eh?"
"Truly. And is she not doing it well? See her now." They were now just leaving the church, and Lali had taken General Armour's arm, while Richard led his mother to the carriage.
Lali was moving with a little touch of grandeur in her manner and a more than ordinary deliberation. She had had a moment of great weakness, and then there had come the reaction—carried almost too far by the force of the will. She was indeed straining herself too far. Four years of tension were culminating.
"See her now, Edward," repeated Mrs. Lambert. "Yes, but if I'm not mistaken, my dear, she is doing so well that she's going to pieces. She's overstrung to-day. If it were you, you'd be in hysterics."
"I believe you are right," was the grave reply. "There will be an end to this comedy one way or another very soon."
A moment afterwards they were in a carriage rolling away to Greyhope.