But Lady
Laura was a blonde, and trouble had told upon her outwardly, as it is
wont to do upon those who are fair-skinned, and, at the same time,
high-hearted. But Madame Goesler was a brunette,--swarthy, Lady Laura
would have called her,--with bright eyes and glossy hair and thin
cheeks, and now being somewhat over thirty she was at her best. Lady
Laura hated her as a fair woman who has lost her beauty can hate the
dark woman who keeps it.
"What made her think of the key?" said Lady Chiltern.
"I don't believe she did think of it. It was an accident."
"Then why did she go?"
"Oh, Violet, do not talk to me about that woman any more, or I shall
be mad."
"She has done him good service."
"Very well;--so be it. Let him have the service. I know they would
have acquitted him if she had never stirred from London. Oswald says
so. But no matter. Let her have her triumph. Only do not talk to me
about her. You know what I have thought about her ever since she
first came up in London. Nothing ever surprised me so much as that
you should take her by the hand.
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