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The young man glowered almost fiercely upon his old friend. "I hear Chudleigh's boy is but a poor creature," said Sir Wilfrid, gravely. "Lady Henry doesn't expect him to live." "Why, that's the kind that always does live!" cried Delafield, with angry emphasis. "And as for Lady Henry, her imagination is a perfect charnel-house. She likes to think that everybody's dead or dying but herself.

Chudleigh's revelation had been a shock. With his sense of duty and family pride, he had, when the news of the frontier disaster first reached him, found it almost impossible to believe that his nephew had been guilty of shameful cowardice; and now it looked as if the disgrace might be brought still closer home.

Chudleigh doesn't know you are at home and she must, if possible, be kept from learning it until she sees you. As she's only down for a few days, I expect she'll make her first move to-morrow. Is your uncle going to the Croxleigh meet?" "He is; so am I. Is there any risk of Mrs. Chudleigh's turning up at the cover?" "I don't think so.

As you anticipated, he asked my opinion about the African matter. Several names have been submitted; trustworthy men." "Come to the point," she told him sharply. "What did you do about Captain Sedgwick?" Challoner gravely met her insistent gaze. "I felt compelled to suggest that he was not the best man for the post." Mrs. Chudleigh's eyes sparkled and the blood swept into her face.

Roger Sterne, however, now late ensign of the 34th, or Chudleigh's regiment of foot, was after all in less evil case than were many, probably, of his comrades. He had kinsmen to whom he could look for, at any rate, temporary assistance, and his mother was a wealthy widow.

"It looks as if we were to be favoured with Mrs. Chudleigh's society," she remarked with ironical amusement. "Mine appears to have become more valuable during the last few days." Millicent saw Mrs. Chudleigh moving towards them, followed by a steward carrying a folding chair and a maid who brought a book, a bunch of flowers, an ornamental leather bag, and several other odds and ends. Mrs.

You may have seen her. She used to do a dive from the roof of the Aquarium." Sir Andrew, with a snort of indignation, fronted the young Solicitor. "And I suppose yours was a cock-and-bull story, too," he said. "Of course, it must have been, since Lord Chetney is not dead. But don't tell me," he protested, "that you are not Chudleigh's son either."

You may have seen her. She used to do a dive from the roof of the Aquarium." Sir Andrew, with a snort of indignation, fronted the young Solicitor. "And I suppose yours was a cock-and-bull story, too," he said. "Of course, it must have been, since Lord Chetney is not dead. But don't tell me," he protested, "that you are not Chudleigh's son either."

What's more, I noticed very little change in him." "It's strange." Mrs. Chudleigh's tone was sympathetically grave. "I feel much as you do. After all, it may have been one of the affairs about which the truth never quite comes out." "What do you wish to suggest by that?" "Nothing in particular; I've no means of forming an accurate conclusion.

Chudleigh's account presupposes that he was in one place, Clarke's in another, while I've tried to show you that he couldn't have been in either." Challoner was silent for a time and Blake watched him anxiously until he looked up. "I think you have succeeded, Dick, though I feel that with a trifling alteration here and there you could have cleared yourself.