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"So do I," returned Lord Standon, looking with intense admiration into her lovely, troubled face. "Do you?" she murmured. "Oh, if you would only try to open my cousin's eyes to his friend's falseness I know he's false, but Adrien is so blind."
Then the mere sight of Lady Constance with Lord Standon had convinced him that any hope of ever winning her for his wife was at an end. For so many years had he himself been wooed and sought after, without response, that he was as ignorant of the rules of the game of love as any child.
Lord Standon perceived this, and knew that he had not been mistaken in his belief that he had somehow angered Adrien. Directly Norgate had closed the door behind him, therefore, he dashed, as was his wont, straight to the heart of things. "Leroy," he said abruptly, "what's wrong with you?" Adrien stared at him. "Wrong!" he echoed. "What on earth do you mean? What should be wrong?"
The parson of Hormead came to see us now and again, and behaved very civilly: but during those six weeks we had no sight of a priest, except once when we rode to Standon to hear mass. I read too a little Italian or Spanish or French every day; and thus, for the most part kept to my chamber.
Sarteri is a possession I positively envy you. There is not another chef in England that understands entrees as he does." "None," echoed Lord Standon. "Leroy will be famous for one thing, at least, if it's only for his cook." The meal came to an end, and the table was cleared by the silent Norgate. Cards were produced, and the four were soon deep in the intricacies of bridge.
The white gables that could just be distinguished in the large dark masses of trees was Bucknell Rectory. The fragment of the cliff on the top of the highest ridge half-way up the sky was Watley Rocks; then came Western Coyney, the plains of Standon, and far away in a blue mist the outlines of the Wever Hills. But Mr.
"I can't go on losing my beauty-sleep in this fashion," said Lydia to herself. "I do look such a horrid fright the next day." When Judith had gone to Standon Square, Bertie yawned, stretched himself, got out his little writing-case and sat down to write a letter.
"I thought I'd backed 'Venus' for more." "I backed her myself for a couple of hundred," put in Lord Standon ruefully. "She's a beautiful creature, though, and I'd like to buy her." "You can have her, my dear Stan, for a mere song," said Leroy cordially. "I'm afraid that's impossible," interposed Jasper with suavity. "She's sold." Adrien looked up in surprise. "Sold! To whom?" he asked.
"Excuse me, Standon," he interrupted curtly, "I'm afraid I must ask you to spare me your rhapsodies I am due at the theatre." It was Standon's turn to be offended, and his good-tempered face hardened. "Certainly. Pray accept my apologies for having detained you. Good-night," he said coldly, and before Leroy could even answer, he was gone. Adrien strode restlessly up and down.
A deluge of rays fell upon them, defining every angle of Watley Rocks and floating over the grasslands of Standon, all shape becoming lost in a huge embrasure filled with the almost imperceptible outlines of the Wever Hills. And these vast slopes which formed the background of every street were the theatre of all Kate's travels before life's struggles began.
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