He makes of the law a mechanical thing which
can neither bend nor give, and he judges humanity from the same
standpoint. Yet at heart he is a good fellow and I like him."
"And you?"
"My weakness lies the other way," he confessed, "and my sympathy
is with those who do not fear to make their own laws."
She held out her hand, white and spectral in the momentary gloom.
At the other end of the lawn, Francis and Margaret were
disembarking from the punt.
"Does it sound too shockingly obvious," she murmured, "if I say
that I want to make you my law?"
CHAPTER XXXIII
It would have puzzled anybody, except, perhaps, Lady Cynthia
herself, to have detected the slightest alteration in Sir
Timothy's demeanour during the following day, when he made fitful
appearances at The Sanctuary, or at the dinner which was served a
little earlier than usual, before his final departure for the
scene of the festivities. Once he paused in the act of helping
himself to some dish and listened for a moment to the sound of
voices in the hall, and when a taxicab drove up he set down his
glass and again betrayed some interest.
"The maid with my frock, thank heavens!" Lady Cynthia announced,
glancing out of the window. "My last anxiety is removed. I am
looking forward now to a wonderful night.
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