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And suddenly recognition stabbed her like a sword. It was the face of Nap Errol.... He was on the stairs talking to Hudson, the valet, when she descended to breakfast, but he turned at once to greet her. "I am sorry to say Lucas has had a bad night. He will keep his room to-day. How have you slept, Lady Carfax?" She answered him conventionally. They went downstairs together.
He immediately, to pursue his own statement, engaged the Earl Lord Marischal, the Earl of Errol, Lord Constable of Scotland, in the cause; and then, passing through England and Holland, in order to go to France through Flanders, he arrived in Paris with this commission about the month of September. Sir John Maclean, cousin-german of Lord Lovat, had resided ten years at the Court of St.
Errol's company, a slim man dressed as a harlequin in black and silver, who was apparently waiting for her halfway down, bowed low and presented a glorious spray of crimson roses with the words: "For the queen who can do no wrong!" "My, Nap! How you startled me!" ejaculated Mrs. Errol. But Anne said nothing whatever.
He was pretty near speechless by the time I'd done with him, but he did just manage at parting to call me an impertinent old woman. And I called him a gentleman!" Mrs. Errol paused to swallow her second cup of tea. "I was wheezing myself by that time," she concluded.
Errol. Her happiest hours were those she spent with Lucas and his mother in the great music-room at Baronmead. It was here also that she learned to know of that hidden, vital quantity, elusive as flame, that was Nap Errol's soul.
"Lucas was like that," said Mrs. Errol softly. "He was just the loveliest baby in the U.S.A. Everyone said so. Dot dearie, I'm sort of glad you called him Luke." "So am I, mater dearest. And he's got Luke's eyes, hasn't he now? Bertie said so from the very beginning." Eagerly Dot leaned from her chair to turn her small son's head to meet his grandmother's scrutiny.
Dimsdale looked at her benignly. Would her ladyship breakfast out-of-doors? She smiled and gave her assent, and while he was preparing she plucked a spray of rose acacia and pinned it at her throat. "Dimsdale," she said, and her cheeks flushed to the soft tint of the blossom as she spoke, "Mr. Errol is coming over this morning. I expect him to luncheon." "Mr. Errol, my lady?" "Mr.
"I promise you on my honour that whatever you say shall not be used against you." She smiled involuntarily. "I am not afraid of you, only " "Only " he said. "I think there are a good many scorpions about," she told him rather piteously. "I could name several, all venomous." "I understand," said Lucas Errol. He passed his hand within her arm again and pressed it gently.
And she knelt and prayed, scarcely knowing what she said, but with a passion of earnestness that left her weak, quivering in every limb. The wind was rising. It roared in the trees and howled against the panes. Sometimes a wild gust of rain lashed the windows. It made her think of an unquiet spirit clamouring for admittance. "Anne dear, play to me, play to me!" besought Mrs. Errol.
And she had almost wished him back! "There is someone in the entry, dear child," whispered Mrs. Errol. "Go and see go and see!" She went, moving as one stricken blind. But before she reached the door it opened and someone entered. She saw Capper as through a mist in which bodily weakness and anguished fear combined to overwhelm her.