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Clay smiled grimly and made no answer, but sat with knitted brows looking out across the trees of the plaza. His face was so serious and he was apparently giving such earnest consideration to what she had said that Miss Langham felt an uneasy sense of remorse.
She knew that he did not lack physical courage, that he had fearlessly faced great dangers in many outposts of the world; but the demon of insomnia had got a hold of Sir Langham, and he dreaded the night unspeakably. At that moment there was something pathetic about the little, boastful, filibustering man.
The squire turned to Lady Charlotte, and Rose to Langham. 'Why didn't you support Robert? she said to him, impulsively, with a dissatisfied face. 'He was alone, against the table! 'What good should I have done him? he asked, with a shrug. 'And pray, my lady confessor, what enthusiasms do you suspect me of? He looked at her intently.
None of us were ever educated, except in arithmetic, sewing, English history, the Catechism, and Paradise Lost. I taught myself French at seventeen, because one Molière wrote plays in it, and German because of Wagner. But they are my French and my German. I wouldn't advise anybody else to steal them! Langham was silent, watching the movements of the girl's agile fingers.
Wendover plays at nothing. By the way, he had a letter from Langham in his pocket much more cheerful and human than usual. Let him look through it again. Not a word, of course, of that National Gallery experience! a circumstance, however, which threw no light on it either way. 'I find myself a good deal reconciled to life by this migration of mine, wrote Langham.
There was a wild yell of terror from the back of the house, and the noise of a guitar falling down a flight of steps. "I have probably killed a very good cook," said Clay, "as I should as certainly kill you, if I were to meet you. Langham," he continued, "go tell that cook to come back."
Presently looking up he asked: "Will you be good enough to tell me what that fellow is doing here?" "Andy?" The single word came from Langham as with a weary acceptance of his father's anger. "Yes, certainly Gilmore of whom do you imagine me to be speaking?" "Give a dog a bad name " "He has earned his name. I had heard something of this but did not credit it!" said the judge.
But John, as to what I was telling you of my idea of moving the path to Langham, of turning it more to the right that it may not cut through the home meadows, I cannot conceive any difficulty.
He amused himself by making sundry penitential offerings to the flames; numerous evidences of his unrighteous bachelorhood disappearing from walls and book-shelves. Coincident with this he owned to a feeling of intense satisfaction. What remained he would have his friend Marshall Langham sell after he was gone, his finances having suddenly become of paramount importance.
'I am altogether at your service, he said, sitting down with resignation. 'It is all that tiresome woman, Lady Charlotte Wynnstay, she whispered to him behind the music-stand. I never saw such a person in my life. 'Macaulay's Lady, Holland without the brains, suggested Langham with languid vindictiveness as he gave her the note. Meanwhile Mr. Wynnstay and the Squire sauntered in together.
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