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Neither she nor Leo Ulford replied to his question. "What's this key?" he repeated. "The key of Mr. Ulford's house, I suppose," said Lady Holme. "How should I know?" "I'm not askin' you," said her husband. He came a step nearer to Leo. "Why the devil don't you answer?" he said to him. "It's my latch-key," said Leo, with an attempt at a laugh. Lord Holme flung it in his face.

She spent her time in dusting the books, and arranging them in some kind of order; for old Zerviah Holme had ceased to interest himself much in his belongings, and sat in the little inner room reading as usual Gibbon's "History of Rome." Customers might please themselves about coming: Zerviah Holme had never cared about amassing money, and now he cared even less than before.

Long ago Lady Holme had distracted Leo's wandering glances from the American and fixed them on herself. With the instinct to be common of an utterly common nature Miss Schley had resolved to awake a double jealousy of husband and wife by exhibiting Leo Ulford as her ami intime, perhaps as the latest victim to her fascination.

"Tea?" she returned, lifting up the silver teapot and holding it towards him with an encouraging, half-playful gesture. Lord Holme yawned again, put up his hands to his hair, and then looked steadily at the teapot, which his wife was moving about in the sunbeams that were shining in at the window. The morning was fine. "Tea, Fritz?" He smiled and began to roll out of bed.

AFTER that night Lady Holme began to do something she had never done before to idealise her husband. Hitherto she had loved him without weaving pretty fancies round him, loved him crudely for his strength, his animalism, his powerful egoism and imperturbable self-satisfaction. She had loved him almost as a savage woman might love, though without her sense of slavery. Now a change came over her.

Among those who bought them were most of the guests who had been present at the Holmes' dinner-party when Lady Holme lost her temper and was consoled by Robin Pierce. Robin of course was in Rome, but Lady Cardington, Lady Manby, Mrs. Wolfstein, Sir Donald, Mr. Bry took seats. Rupert Carey also bought a ticket.

One Robert Pierrepont, who was born in 1584, the son of Sir Henry by Frances, sister of William, first Earl of Devonshire, was the first of the family upon whom a peerage was bestowed. He was created in 1627 Baron Pierrepont of Holme Pierrepont and Viscount Newark, and in the following year was elevated to the dignity of Earl of Kingston-upon-Hull, Co. York.

"In ten minutes, not before. Turn on all the lights in the drawing-room." "Yes, my lady." The man went before her up the staircase, turned on the lights, stood aside to let her pass and then went softly down. Lady Holme rang for Josephine. "Take my cloak and then go to bed," she said. Josephine took the cloak and went out, shutting the door. "Ten minutes!" Lady Holme said to herself.

There is a story that he was godfather to his wife, and at her baptism vowed to marry her, but as at that time, 1741, Cook was assisting his father on Airy Holme Farm, the tale is too absurd, but has for all that been repeatedly published. After their marriage Mr. and Mrs.

She saw the Duchess hurriedly going towards the place where the Duke was sitting, intercepted her swiftly, and bade her good-night. "Now, Fritz!" she said. She was conscious that a number of people were watching her, and her voice and manner were absolutely unembarrassed. A footman took the number of her cloak from Lord Holme and fetched the cloak.