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So the doctor could not come. The three men were let out in due time, however, and as no trace of a warrant could be discovered at that hour, Logotheti and Griggs being already sound asleep, and as Lord Creedmore, in his dressing-gown and slippers, gave them a written statement to the effect that Mr.

There was Lady Maud, with her clear eyes, her fearless ways, and her knowledge of the world and men, and she said that Van Torp was kind, and good to people in trouble and true to his friends. Lord Creedmore, the intimate friend of Margaret's father, a barrister half his life, and as keen as a hawk, said that Mr.

'Margery has half promised to come to us in September, said Lord Creedmore to his daughter, 'You don't mind if I call you Margery, do you? he asked, turning to Margaret. 'I cannot call you Miss Donne since you really remember the chocolate wafers! You shall have some as soon as I can go to see you! Margaret loved the name she had been called by as a child. Mrs.

There was no reason why Lord Creedmore should be surprised by this, and he only nodded and smiled pleasantly. 'All the better. I shall set Maud on you to drag you down to Derbyshire in September, he said. 'Women never have anything to do in September. Let me see you're an actress, aren't you, my dear? Margaret laughed.

The spokesman, on his side, turned to his two companions and whispered, evidently consulting them as to the course he should pursue. 'Especially after the warning Lord Creedmore has received, said Logotheti to Griggs in a very audible tone, as if explaining his last speech. The man turned to him again and spoke in a gravely determined tone 'I must really insist upon seeing Mr.

Being no longer immobilised by a sprained ankle, Lord Creedmore would probably leave England instantly in pursuit of Leven himself, and no one could tell what the consequences might be if he caught him; they would certainly be violent, and they might be disastrous. Then Lady Maud thought of telegraphing to Mr.

No one even mentioned her profession, and possibly some of the guests did not quite realise that she was the famous Cordova. Lady Maud never suggested that she should sing, and Lord Creedmore detested music. The old piano in the long drawing-room was hardly ever opened.

Lady Creedmore had been a beauty too, but at the present time she was stout and gouty, had a bad temper, and alternately soothed and irritated her complaint and her disposition by following cures or committing imprudences. Her husband, who was now over sixty, had never been ill a day in his life; he was as lean and tough as a greyhound and as active as a schoolboy, a good rider, and a crack shot.

I told him I was to meet you this evening. 'I should be very glad indeed, said Margaret. 'He would come to see you, said Lady Maud, rather apologetically, 'but he sprained his ankle the other day. He was chivvying a cat that was after the pheasants at Creedmore he's absurdly young, you know and he came down at some hurdles. 'I'm so sorry! Of course I shall be delighted to go.

It was late in the afternoon after a really cloudless June day, and she had been for a long ramble in the park with Lord Creedmore, who had talked to her about her father and the old Oxford days, till all her present life seemed to be a mere dream; and she could not realise, as she went up to her room, that she was to go back to London on the morrow, to the theatre, to rehearsals, to Pompeo Stromboli, Schreiermeyer, and the public.