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           ItwasalargepartyandshewasbeingmademuchofLadyCharles,awomanofoverthirtythen,whohadthereputationofbeingabeauty,thoughexceptforhereyesshehadnotagoodfeature,butbyasortofbrazenaudacitymanagedtoproduceaneffectiveappearance,leantacrossthetablewithagracioussmile.

           "Oh,MissLambert,IthinkIusedtoknowyourfatherinJersey.Hewasadoctor,wasn’the?Heusedtocometoourhousequiteoften."

           Juliafeltaslightsicknessinthepitofherstomach;sherememberednowwhoLadyCharleswasbeforeshemarried,andshesawthetrapthatwasbeingsetforher.Shegavearipplinglaugh.

           "Notatall,"sheanswered."Hewasavet.Heusedtogotoyourhousetodeliverthebitches.Thehousewasfullofthem."

           LadyCharlesforamomentdidnotquiteknowwhattosay.

           "Mymotherwasveryfondofdogs,"sheanswered.

           JuliawasgladthatMichaelwasnotthere.Poorlamb,hewouldhavebeenterriblymortified.HealwaysreferredtoherfatherasDr.Lambert,pronouncingitasthoughitwereaFrenchname,andwhensoonafterthewarhediedandhermotherwenttolivewithherwidowedsisteratSt.MalohebegantospeakofherasMadamedeLambert.AtthebeginningofhercareerJuliahadbeensomewhatsensitiveonthepoint,butwhenonceshewasestablishedasagreatactressshechangedhermind.Shewasinclined,especiallyamongthegreat,toinsistonthefactthatherfatherhadbeenavet.Shecouldnotquitehaveexplainedwhy,butshefeltthatbysodoingsheputthemintheirplace.