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Lord Thrapston. Look here, Lord Thrapston " "Well, well, my dear boy?" "Oh, nothing; that is " "But she'll be all right in your hands, my boy. You must keep an eye; on her, don't you know: she'll need a bit o' driving; but I really don't see why you should come to grief. I don't, 'pon my soul. No. With tact on your part, you might very well pull through." "How d'ye mean tact, Lord Thrapston?"
"I expect he'll never speak to me again, and I'm sure Mr. Merceron won't;" and she sat on the footstool, the picture of dejection. Lord Thrapston was moved to enunciate a solemn truth. "Aggy," said he, shaking his finger at her, "in this world you can't have your fun for nothing."
It is not every girl who will be a peeress in her own right, and she amused her grandfather by calmly informing him that it was not on the whole a subject for regret that she had not been a boy. "You see," said she, "we get rid of the new viscounty, and it's much better to be Warmley than Thrapston."
Lord Thrapston felt that he had spoilt the moral effect of his reproof, and, without dwelling further on that aspect of the subject, he addressed his mind to the more practical question. The outcome, different as the source was, was the same old verdict. "We must tell Calder, my dear. It isn't right to keep him in the dark." "I can't tell him. Why must he be told?"
"Do you really think so?" he asked anxiously. "Well, this little lark of hers hang me, it's just what I should have enjoyed doing fifty years ago." "Ah er Lord Thrapston, have you noticed the resemblance you speak of in any other way?" "That girl, except that she is a girl, is myself over again myself over again." "The deuce!" "I beg your pardon, Calder; I grow hard of hearing." "Nothing.
He had once painted this picture for Agatha, shortly after she had agreed to that arrangement which she declined to call a promise of marriage; and it occurred to him now that she had allowed the subject to drop without any expression of concurrence. He took leave of Lord Thrapston and went for a solitary walk. He wanted to think.
My regard for you remains very great, and I hope we shall always be very good friends; but, after long and careful consideration, I have come to the conclusion that the story Lord Thrapston told, me shows conclusively what I have been fearing for some time past namely, that I have not been so lucky as to win a real affection from you, and that we are not likely to make one another happy.
He passed several people he knew, both men and women: Mrs. Marland was there, attended by two young men, and, a little farther on, he saw old Lord Thrapston tottering along on his stick. Lord Thrapston hated a parson, and scowled at poor Mr. Taylor as he went by. Mr.
"I wonder whether he'll write or come." Because it seemed to her entirely impossible that, in spite of her prayer, he should put the letter in the fire and let her go. Surely he too remembered the dear old Pool, and the temple, and the rest! "The fact is," observed Lord Thrapston complacently, "the girl very much resembles me in disposition." Calder's eyes grew larger and rounder.
Mrs. Blunt's toleration was exhausted. "Be off with you!" she said sternly, pointing a forefinger at the door. By great good fortune Agatha found Lord Thrapston at home. Drawing a footstool beside his chair, she sat down. Her agitation was past, and she wore a gravely business like air. "Grandpapa," she began, "I have got something to tell you."
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