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But it was not Joan, it was Stella Croyle. "I thought you had such a bad headache," said Lady Splay, after a perceptible pause. "It's better now, thank you," said Stella, and coming down the remaining steps, she advanced towards Harry. "How do you do, Colonel Luttrell?" she asked. For a moment he was taken aback.
I would not lightly give up my claim to call him father; he never doubted once that I was his son." "He never doubted?" "I am sure he never did." "But Mrs. Luttrell " "God help me, yes! But she thinks also that I meant to take my brother's life." It needed but a few words of inquiry to lead Brian to tell the story of his brother's death.
Gaythorne fretted himself at the idea of parting so soon with his boy, and he hated the thought of his going alone. "If there were someone to look after him," he would say to Dr. Luttrell; "but I feel as though I could never trust him to take care of himself again; look at him, he is a perfect wreck."
I was at Bowood last week: the only persons there were seashore Calcott and his wife, two very sensible, agreeable people. Luttrell came over for the day; he was very agreeable, but spoke too lightly, I thought, of veal soup. I took him aside, and reasoned the matter with him, but in vain; to speak the truth, Luttrell is not steady in his judgments on dishes.
Churchill named Sir John Luttrell as his friend: Lord Beltravers would enter into no terms of accommodation; the challenge was accepted, Chalk Farm appointed as the place of meeting, and the time fixed for eight o'clock next morning. And thus, partly by his own warmth of temper, and partly by the falsehood of others, was Beauclerc urged on to the action he detested, to be the thing he hated.
If it had been possible to open the box without disturbing the seals upon it, he would certainly have done so; but, this being out of the question, he contented himself with resolving to be present when it was opened, and to observe with care the effect produced by Vivian's message on the faces of Mrs. Heron, Miss Heron, and Miss Murray. Mrs. Luttrell had sent the mail-phaeton for him.
Now it suddenly dismayed her, a terror close at hand. Here on this crowded balcony joyous with lights and gay voices and invaded by all the subtle invitations of a summer night above the water! Oh no, it was not possible! Luttrell put his hand to his breast pocket and Stella watched and listened now with all her soul.
Bevan, who attended him, then told us that it was due also to hereditary disease. We dared not send for Dr. Bevan the other night, though he understood him so thoroughly, and was so kind. My father had quarrelled with him, but Dr. Luttrell saw him yesterday and they had a long talk." "My husband always speaks so highly of Dr. Bevan." "Yes, and I liked him so much.
Muir preferred to make his entrance. He uttered a few words to the servants about the accident that had occurred, and then sent a message asking to speak alone with Mrs. Luttrell. The answer came back that Mrs. Luttrell would see him in the study. And thither the doctor went, leaving Brian in one of the cold, stone corridors that divided the kitchens and offices from the living-rooms of the house.
He was such a comfort to me when poor mother died, and I shall always be grateful to him, but I dared not run the risk of exciting my father. He is a little better today; Dr. Luttrell says so; but of course he is coming again to-night. We have a good nurse, so things are more hopeful, but I shall have to get rid of our man. He is no use. Dr.
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