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The dust and dirt had absolutely vanished; it might have been the home of any ordinary wealthy and refined people. And all Lady Littimer's rags and patches had disappeared. She was dressed in somewhat old-fashioned style, but handsomely and well. She sat beside Littimer with a smile on her face. But the cloud seemed to have rolled from her mind; her eyes were clear, if a little frightened.
The truth is, I am not doing well. I have no money to speak of, and to-day I lost the position on which I depended." "You don't tell me!" Littimer's newly roused charitable impulses came to the fore. "Why, now you begin to be really interesting, Mr. Crombie." "Thanks," said Crombie; "I'm not ambitious to interest people in that way, I told you only because I thought it fair."
"Please don't go away," he said. "Mr. Merritt will think that he has alarmed you. Miss Lee, this is my very good friend and co-worker in the field, the Reverend James Merritt." "Is Mr. Merritt a friend of Lord Littimer's?" Chris asked, demurely. "Littimer hates the cloth," Henson replied "Indeed, he has no sympathy whatever with my work.
Chris nodded. This pretty faithful copy of the ring was the one that Henson had used as a magnet to draw Lady Littimer's money and the same one that had found its way into Steel's possession. But Chris had another idea to follow up. "You hinted to me just now that Henson was short of money," she said. "Do you mean to say he is in dire need of some large sum?" "That's it," Rawlins replied.
"I am a very old friend and relative of Lord Littimer's," he said. "Oh, indeed. And is the other man a relative of Lord Littimer's also?" "Oh, why, confound it, yes. The other man, as you call him, is Lord Littimer's only son." Christabel glanced at Henson, not without admiration. "Well, you are certainly a cool hand," she said.
Littimer responded to it as a cowed hound does to a sudden yet not quite unexpected lash from a huntsman's whip. His manliness was of small account where Henson was concerned. For years he had come to heel like this. Yet the question startled him and took him entirely by surprise. "He was looking for the lost Rembrandt." But Littimer's surprise was as nothing to Henson's amazement.
Ill as she was, she insisted upon getting up and going over to Carfax's camp at once. She had barely reached there before well, long ere Rupert Littimer's probation was over, he was the father of a noble boy. They say that the Roundheads made a cradle for the child out of a leather breastplate, and carried it in triumph round the camp.
Some time after Crombie had achieved his triumph in the Engraving Company, and had repaid Littimer's loan, he was admitted to a share in the banking business; and eventually the head of the house was able to give a great deal of attention to perfecting his benevolent plans.
I should say, sir, them was Mr. Littimer's." Crombie blushed with mortification. Of all the dwellers in The Lorne, this was the very one with whom it was the most embarrassing to have such a complication occur; and yet, strange inconsistency! he had been longing for any accident, no matter how absurd or fantastic, that could bring him some chance of an acquaintance with Blanche.
I will compare it with the original by and by." Henson listened with a sinking feeling at his heart. Was it possible, he wondered, that Lord Littimer had really recovered the original? He had had hopes of getting it back even now, and making it the basis of terms of surrender. Lady Littimer snatched the ring from Littimer's grasp and threw it through the open window into the garden.
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