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Harvey, with no thought of accepting this invitation, cast stern glances at the speaker and at his wife. 'What does all this mean, Mrs. Carnaby? 'Your old friend will tell you. The door had opened, and Hugh Carnaby slouched in. At the sight of Alma he stood still. Then meeting Harvey's eyes, he exclaimed, with hoarse indistinctness, 'Rolfe! Each advanced, and their hands clasped.
Carnaby as much as that, in our frequent conversations concerning the unpleasant situation in which your lordship is just now placed." "I had not thought the awkward transaction attracted so much notice," observed the other, evidently wincing under the allusion. "It attracts it only in a proper and respectful way, my lord. Neither Mrs.
On whose side could I, should I be, my dear my dear Mrs. Loring? But to keep to business. In the event stated above, neither my father nor I could very well continue to have charge of the estate. That is a small matter, but increases the difficulties, owing to a long friendship dating back to the Admiral's time. Then we have Carnaby. Carnaby, my dear Mrs. Loring, belongs to you.
An inscrutable woman, who could look and smile at one without conveying the faintest suggestion of her actual thoughts. On his way to the club, Harvey puzzled over what seemed to him Redgrave's singular behaviour. Why should a man in that position volunteer pecuniary aid to an obscure and struggling firm? Could it be genuine friendship for Hugh Carnaby? That sounded most improbable.
Carnaby myself, no later than yesterday, my lord, only vastly better expressed. 'Twould be inconvenient, said I, Mrs. Carnaby, to take in the other lodger, for every body cannot live in the same house; which covers, as it were, the ground taken in your lordship's sentiment.
But tell me first, how's my young friend Carnaby?" "Thank you; my grandson has a severe attack of quinsy," replied Mrs. de Tracy. "He is to have sick-leave whenever the Endymion returns to Portsmouth." "Oh! Carnaby will make short work of an attack of quinsy," said Lavendar, genially.
"But where is the money to come from?" enquired Carnaby suddenly, in a sepulchral tone. "I thought it had all been explained to you, Carnaby," said Mrs. de Tracy, "but you take so little interest in the estate that I suppose what you have been told went in at one ear and out at the other, as usual!
He would pass over to the sideboard, pepper-pot slyly in hand, and Rupert, whose meal at this hour consisted of grape-nuts and cream, would unaccountably sneeze and snuffle over his plate. "Bless it, Bobs!" his tormentor would exclaim tenderly. "Is it catching cold? Poor old Kitchener! Hi! Kitch! Kitch!" But this morning the dog fed in peace and Carnaby never glanced at him or his basin.
"I think because I, a rank outsider, ventured to lay a wager against Sir Mortimer Carnaby." "Do you mean you bet him that you would win the race, Barnabas?" "No, only that I would beat Sir Mortimer Carnaby." "But, oh Barnabas, he is the race! Surely you know he and the Viscount are favorites?" "Oh, yes!" "Then you do think you can win?"
"There, my young friend; that will do! you're talking altogether too much," said Lavendar, as he poured himself out a glass of wine and sat down by the open window to drink it. Carnaby, perhaps not unreasonably offended, lounged out of the room, and left the older man to his own meditations.
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