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"The late return of Sir Thomas Heneage," said Lord North, "hath put such busses in their heads, as they march forward with leaden heels and doubtful hearts." In truth, through the discredit cast by the Queen upon the Earl in this important affair, the supreme authority was forced back into the hands of the States, at the very moment when they had most freely divested themselves of power.
A subtle and fearful kind of people should not be made more distrustful, but assured." He then expressed annoyance at the fault already found with him, and surely if ever man had cause to complain of reproof administered him, in quick succession; for not obeying contradictory directions following upon each other as quickly, that man was Sir Thomas Heneage.
Davison accordingly, at the request of Sir Francis, furnished Heneage with much valuable information and advice upon the subject.
Other people can find out what he knows," he added, pointing at Heneage. "He ain't the only one who can see through a brick wall. Say, Mr. Wrayson, you've always treated me fair and square," he added, leaning towards him and dropping his voice. "Can you tell me this? Did Morry ever go swaggering about calling himself by any other name bit more tony, eh?" Wrayson started.
Already he could see that Heneage was taking quiet but earnest note of his companion. Wrayson nodded a little abruptly and left Barnes without any further farewell. "Coming round to the club?" he asked. Heneage assented, and glanced carelessly behind at Barnes, who was walking slowly in the opposite direction. "Who's your friend?" he asked. "You shook him off a little suddenly, didn't you?"
"I would," said Leicester, in a letter to Sir Thomas Heneage, "you had stood by to hear his most loyal speeches to her Majesty, his constant mind to the cause, his loving care over me, and his most resolute determination for death; not one jot appalled for his blow, which is the most grievous that ever I saw with such a bullet."
Fear, destruction, and the pit might come upon him; the service, the country, Heneage, home, honors, ambitions, promotions, high posts of command, all might be swept into the abyss, and yet one imperative duty would survive the wreck, the duty to be Rupert Ashley at his finest. The eyes of England were on him. There was always that conviction, that incentive.
"That may be true," he said, "of a good many of us. Wrayson, however, never struck me as being a particularly secretive sort of chap." "Unfortunately, that counts for very little," Heneage declared. "The things which surprise us most in life come often from the most unlikely people. We none of us mean to be deceitful, but a perfectly honest life is a luxury which few of us dare indulge in."
The young lady is perhaps an old friend?" "I cannot discuss her," Wrayson answered. "I can only say that I will answer for her innocence as regards any complicity in the murder of Morris Barnes." Heneage nodded sympathetically. "Still," he remarked, "the man was murdered." "I suppose so," Wrayson admitted. "And in a most mysterious manner," Heneage continued.
Human nature has its secrets, and very wonderful secrets too." "I once," Wrayson said thoughtfully, "saw a man tracked down by bloodhounds. My sympathies were with the man." Heneage nodded. "Your view of life," he remarked, "was always a sentimental one." "No correct view," Wrayson declared, "can ignore sentiment." "Granted; but it must be true sentiment, not false," Heneage said.
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