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And so his days went on in the society of the two women at Hartledon; and if he found himself oppressed with ennui at first, he subsided into a flirtation with Maude, and forgot care. Elster's folly! He was not hearing from Anne, for it was thought better that even notes should not pass out of the Rectory.

"Lady Hartledon," said he, "I must venture to disagree with that prescription. Lord Elster's symptoms are those of scarlet-fever, and it would be unwise to administer it. Sir Alexander stands of course much higher in the profession than I do, but my practice with children is larger than his." "I feared it was scarlet-fever," answered Lady Hartledon. "What is to be done?

Elster, was shot, you were out with the poachers." "I dare say you heard that I shot him, for I know it has been said," fiercely cried the man. "It's a black lie! and the time may come when I shall ram it down Calne's throat. I swear that I never fired a shot that night; I swear that I no more had a hand in Mr. Elster's death than you had. Will you believe me, sir?"

He was attaché in Paris; subsequently in Vienna; he has had ever so many chances, and drops through all. One can't help loving Val; he is an attractive, sweet-tempered, good-natured fellow; but he was certainly born under an unlucky star. Elster's folly!" "Val will drop through more chances yet," remarked Lady Maude. "I pity Miss Ashton, if she means to wait for him." "Means to!

During those weeks I was an idle man, wretchedly bored; and I fell into a flirtation with Maude. She began it, Carr, on my solemn word of honour though it's a shame to tell these tales of a woman; and I joined in from sheer weariness, to kill time. But you know how one gets led on in such things or I do, if you, you cautious fellow, don't and we both went in pretty deep." "Elster's folly again!

As the child had been, so was the man. The scrapes his irresolution brought him into he did not care to glance at; and whilst only too well aware of his one lamentable deficiency, he was equally aware that he was powerless to stand against it. People, in speaking of this, called it "Elster's Folly."

"Elster's folly," mentally spoke Thomas Carr. That circumstances, combined with the countess-dowager, worked terribly against Lord Hartledon, events proved. Had the Ashtons remained at the Rectory all might have been well; but they went away, and he was left to any influence that might be brought to bear upon him. How the climax was accomplished the world never knew.

It was broad daylight still, but gloomy there: the window had the pleasure of reposing under the leads, and was gloomy at noon. Lord Hartledon hesitated still. "Elster's folly!" were the words mechanically floating in the mind of Thomas Carr. "It is an awful story, Carr; bad and wicked." "Let me hear it at once," replied Thomas Carr.

Heir-presumptive! Val Elster was heir to all sorts of follies, but "Good morning to your lordship!" The speaker was a man in a smock-frock, passing with a reaping-hook on his shoulder. Mr. Elster's sunny face and cheery voice gave back the salutation with tenfold heartiness, smiling at the title.

"How should any one know? Get Pepps here directly. Have you sent for him?" "No," said Anne. "I have more confidence in Mr. Brook where children are concerned." "Confidence in Brook!" shrieked the dowager, pushing up her flaxen front. "A common, overworked apothecary! Confidence in him, Lady Hartledon! Elster's life may be in danger; he is my grandchild, and I insist on Pepps being fetched to him."