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Sol found himself in a narrow passage, running down the whole length of the ball-room, and at the same time he heard Lord Mountclere's voice within, talking to Ethelberta. Sol's escape had been marvellous: as it was the viscount might have seen her tears.
The daylight was so lowered by the impervious roof of cloud overhead that it scarcely reached further into Lord Mountclere's entrance-hall than to the splays of the windows, even but an hour or two after midday; and indoors the glitter of the fire reflected itself from the very panes, so inconsiderable were the opposing rays.
'When Lady Mountclere's confederate came for the note, I was in waiting above, and handed one down a few minutes before the hour struck, confirming the time, but changing the place. When Lady Mountclere handed down her note, just as the clock was striking, her confederate had gone, and I was standing beneath the balcony to receive it. She dropped it into her husband's hands ho-ho-ho-ho!
Now, I should like to attend very much, not on Lord Mountclere's account, but because such gatherings are interesting, and I have never been to one; yet there is this to be considered, would it be right for me to go without a friend to such a place?
The master warmed beneath his copper-coloured rind. 'O no, miss; that one you saw was a cutter a smaller boat altogether, he replied. 'Built on the sliding-keel principle, you understand, miss and red below her water-line, if you noticed. This is Lord Mountclere's yacht the Fawn. You might have seen her re'ching in round Old-Harry Rock this morning afore we started. 'Lord Mountclere's?
Lord Mountclere's jealous suspicions were considerably shaken. 'Not at all, he said hastily, as if ashamed. 'One who cries over a song is much affected by its sentiment. 'Do you expect authors to cry over their own words? she inquired, merging defence in attack. 'I am afraid they don't often do that. 'You would make me uneasy. 'On the contrary, I would reassure you.
Common probability pointed to the latter supposition; but the time of starting, the course of the yacht, and recollections of Lord Mountclere's homage, suggested the more extraordinary possibility. She went across to Cornelia. 'The man who handed us on board didn't I see him speaking to you this morning? she said. 'O yes, said Cornelia. 'He asked if my mistress was the popular Mrs. Petherwin?
Julian, this gentleman here is Lord Mountclere's brother and, to cut the story short, we all wish to stop the wedding. 'Then let us get on, in Heaven's name! said Mountclere. 'You are the lady's father? 'I am, said Chickerel. 'Then you had better come into this carriage. We shall go faster than the dogcart. Now, driver, are the wheels right again?
Moreover, a tear was visible in her eye when she came near him. They discoursed for several minutes in the manner natural between a defenceless young widow and an old widower in Lord Mountclere's position to whom she was plighted a great deal of formal considerateness making itself visible on her part, and of extreme tenderness on his.
The yacht changed its character in her eyes; losing the indefinite interest of the unknown, it acquired the charm of a riddle on motives, of which the alternatives were, had Lord Mountclere's journey anything to do with her own, or had it not?
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