"
"I envy him too much to do that," said Dermot with a sigh.
"I believe you, Dermot, but don't take him among those who want to do
so."
"That's your faith in your demigod," said Dermot, not able to resist
a little teasing; but seeing I was really pained, he added: "No,
Lucy, I'll never take him again to meet Malvoisin and Nessy Horsman.
In the first place, I don't know how he might treat them; and in the
next, I would die sooner than give them another chance, even if he
would. I thought the men would have been struck with him as I was;
but no, it is not in them to be struck with anyone. All they think
of is how to make him like themselves."
"Comus' crew!" said I. "Oh! Dermot, how can you see it and be one of
them?"
"I'm not happy enough to be an outer barbarian," he said, and went
his way.
There was a loan exhibition of curious old objects in plate and
jewellery, to which Lady Diana took me, and where, among other
things, we found a long belt crusted thickly with scales of gold, and
with a sort of medal at the clasp.
"Just look here, mamma," said Viola; "I do believe this is the
archery prize."
And sure enough on the ticket was, "Belt, supposed to be of Peruvian
workmanship. Taken in the Spanish Armada, 1588. Champion belt at
the Northchester Archery Club. Lent by Miss Hippolyta Horsman."
Lady Diana came to look with some interest.
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