Cashel Byron's Profession

"Oh, that is a mistake. Lydia has a certain manner which leads

people to believe that she is deeply interested in the person she

happens to be speaking to; But it is only manner--it means nothing."

"I know that manner of hers perfectly well. But this was something

quite different."

Lucian shook his head reproachfully. "I cannot jest on so serious a

matter," he said, resolving to make the attempt to re-establish his

dignity with Alice. "I think, Miss Groff, that you perhaps hardly

know how absurd your supposition is. There are not many men of

distinction in Europe with whom my cousin is not personally

acquainted. A very young girl, who had seen little of the world,

might possibly be deceived by the exterior of such a man as Byron. A

woman accustomed to associate with writers, thinkers, artists,

statesmen, and diplomatists could make no such mistake. No doubt the

man's vulgarity and uncouth address amused her for a moment; but--"

"But why did she ask him to come to her Friday afternoons?"

"A mere civility which she extended to him because he assisted her

in some difficulty she got into in the streets."

"She might as well have asked a policeman to come to see her. I

don't believe that was it."

Lucian at that moment hated Alice. "I am sorry you think such a

thing possible," he said. "Shall we resume our waltz?"

Alice was not yet able to bear an implication that she did not

understand society sufficiently to appreciate the distance between

Lydia and Cashel.

"Of course I know it is impossible," she said, in her old manner. "I

did not mean it."

Lucian found some difficulty in gathering from this what she did

mean; and they presently took refuge in waltzing. Subsequently,

Alice, fearing that her new lights had led her too far, drew back a

little; led the conversation to political matters, and expressed her

amazement at the extent and variety of the work he performed in

Downing Street. He accepted her compliments with perfect

seriousness; and she felt satisfied that she had, on the whole,

raised herself in his esteem by her proceedings during the evening.

But she was mistaken. She knew nothing of politics or official work,

and he knew the worthlessness of her pretended admiration of his

share in them, although he felt that it was right that she should

revere his powers from the depths of her ignorance. What stuck like

a burr in his mind was that she thought him small enough to be

jealous of the poor boxer, and found his dancing awkward.