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"Why do you laugh, young man?" she inquired, familiar and motherly on account of his condition. Ripton laughed louder, and caught his chest on the edge of the table and his nose on a chicken. "That's goo'!" he said, recovering, and rocking under Mrs. Berry's eyes. "No friend!" "I did not say, no friend," she remarked. "I said, no one; meanin', I know not where for to send it to."
I've done him injustice a good many times, but I won't stand up and listen to another man do him injustice." Here he paused, and picked up his bag. "I'm going down to Ripton to write out my resignation as counsel for your roads, and as soon as you can find another man to act, I shall consider it accepted."
"Bravo!" cried his Bellona, and her eye sent a lingering delirious sparkle across her brimming glass at him. "I'm sure you're a safe one to back," she added, and seemed to scan his points approvingly. Richard's cheeks mounted bloom. "Don't you adore champagne?" quoth the dame with a bosom to Ripton. "Oh, yes!" answered Ripton, with more candour than accuracy, "I always drink it."
Richard was too entirely bent upon the roundabout method to consider this advice more than empty words, and only ground his teeth at Austin's unkind refusal. He imparted to Ripton, at the eleventh hour, that they must do it themselves, to which Ripton heavily assented.
Over Lobourne and the valley lay black night and innumerable stars. "How jolly I feel!" exclaimed Ripton, inspired by claret; and then, after a luxurious pause "I think that fellow has pocketed his guinea, and cut his lucky." Richard allowed a long minute to pass, during which the baronet waited anxiously for his voice, hardly recognizing it when he heard its altered tones.
The senator was from Newcastle, that city out of the mysterious depths of which so many political stars have arisen. Mr. Crewe cancelled a long-deferred engagement with Mrs. Pomfret, and invited the senator to stay to dinner; the senator hesitated, explained that he was just passing through Ripton, and, as it was a pleasant afternoon, had called to "pay his respects"; but Mr.
Crewe was seated in his study, his man entered and stood respectfully waiting for the time when he should look up from his book. "Well, what is it now, Waters?" "If you please, sir," said the man, "a strange message has come over the telephone just now that you were to be in room number twelve of the Ripton House to-morrow at ten o'clock.
He had cast aside the hero, and however Ripton had obeyed him and looked up to him in the heroic time, he loved him tenfold now. He told his friend how much Lucy's mere womanly sweetness and excellence had done for him, and Richard contrasted his own profitless extravagance with the patient beauty of his dear home angel. He was not one to take her on the easy terms that offered.
Crewe glanced at him again. In spite of himself, respect was growing in him. He had expected to find a certain amount of eagerness and subserviency though veiled; here was a man of different calibre than he looked for in Ripton. "The fact is," he declared, "I have a grievance against the Northeastern Railroads, and I have made up my mind that you are the man for me."
"It's awfully good of you, Humphrey," she answered, "but the Hammonds are on the road to Ripton, and I am going to ask Mr. Vane to drive me down there behind that adorable horse of his." This announcement produced a varied effect upon those who heard it, although all experienced surprise. Mrs.
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