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Deep in the heart of her she knew that when Lucas Errol began to reach out for something which she alone could give, it would not be in vain. He had given of his best to her, and she was ready to give of her best in return. If she could not give him passion, she could give him that which was infinitely greater a deep, abiding love, a devotion born of complete sympathy.
"And you don't know Bertie Errol, do you, Lady Carfax?" she said eagerly. "Let me introduce him. He studies with Dad, you know." "When he isn't hunting, or paper-chasing, or baking cakes," said Bertie. "He's such a nice boy, Lady Carfax. He can do almost anything. I'm sure you'll like him!" Dot laughed and protested. "He isn't a bit nice, and he isn't clever either, though he thinks he is.
Those few seconds of a common solicitude had bridged the gulf at least temporarily. "This is real good of you," Lucas Errol said, as he took her arm again. "And it's a luxury I ought not to indulge in, for I can walk alone on the flat." "Oh, it is horrid for you!" she said with vehemence. "How ever do you bear it?" "We can all of us bear what we must," he said, smiling whimsically.
There is a valuable numerous collection. It was chiefly made by Mr. Falconer, husband to the late Countess of Errol in her own right. This earl has added a good many modern books. About nine the Earl came home. Captain Gordon of Park was with him. His Lordship put Dr. Johnson in mind of their having dined together in London, along with Mr. Beauclerk. I was exceedingly pleased with Lord Errol.
I will swear that you loved me once!" The voice ceased, was lost in the wild throbbing of her heart, and Anne's hands clenched unconsciously. In that moment there came to her the conviction, inexplicable but extraordinarily vivid, that across the world Nap Errol had called to her and had called in vain. Minutes passed. She sat as one in a trance. Her eyes were wide and fixed. Her face was grey.
Then shake!" They shook, and Dot realised with relief that the difficult subject was dismissed. It was a week after the Hunt Ball that Anne Carfax, sitting alone at tea in her drawing-room before a blazing fire, was surprised by the sudden opening of the door, and the announcement of old Dimsdale the butler, "Mr. Nap Errol to see your ladyship!"
Canning and Wilberforce went together to hear him upon one occasion; and after sitting spell-bound under his eloquence, Canning said to Wilberforce when the sermon was done, 'The tarlan beats us; we have no preaching like that in England. In October 1855, the Rev. John Caird, incumbent of the parish of Errol, in Perthshire, preached before the Queen and Court at the church of Crathie.
Anne heard the words, but was not conscious of uttering them. Capper gave her a single straight look. "You wouldn't think, would you," said he, "that that woman carries a broken heart about with her? But I assure you that's so. Nap Errol was the tragedy of her life." That quickened her to interest.
He was gone again, and Bertie was left to give his message, and then to wait in anguish of spirit for the final call. The night was still. Only the draught from the wide-flung doors and windows stirred through the quiet rooms. Mrs. Errol and Anne shared Bertie's vigil in the room that opened out of that in which Lucas Errol was making his last stand.
"We are friends," he said, "no more, no less. You all think me a blackguard, I know. It's my speciality, isn't it?" He spoke with exceeding bitterness. "But in this case you are wrong. I repeat we are friends." He said it aggressively; his tone was almost a challenge, but the elder Errol did not appear to notice. "I have never thought you a blackguard, Boney," he said quietly.
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