I say that L'Isle is an impudent coxcomb. The
most presumptuous fellow I know. I will find or make an occasion to
give him a lesson he much needs."
"Why, my lord, what has L'Isle done?" asked the Major.
"Done!" said Lord Strathern angrily. "He has said a great deal more
than I will tolerate." And, having broached the subject, he told the
story of L'Isle's interview with himself, and his remarks to
Bradshawe, pronouncing his whole conduct presumptuous and impertinent.
Losing his temper more and more, he exclaimed: "Sir Rowland's absurd
partiality has spoiled the fellow utterly!"
"Sir Rowland must not bear all the blame," said Bradshawe,
interposing; then added slyly: "No wonder L'Isle's head is turned,
considering who all have helped to spoil him."
"So they have; and you have spoiled him more than any one else,"
exclaimed Lord Strathern turning suddenly on Lady Mabel. "I hear of
nobody but Colonel L'Isle. This Colonel of yours has been growing more
and more intolerable--
"My Colonel, papa? I assure you I lay no claim to him," said Lady
Mabel, hastily disclaiming all interest in poor L'Isle.
"Why do you have him so much about you, then, and quote him so often?"
"Why, my lord," said Bradshawe, again interposing, "Lady Mabel cannot
but see and hear much of L'Isle, while she sees so much of Mrs.
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