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"And what is the matter with Jacob?" Half an hour later she drove to the splendid house in St. James's Square where Lord Lackington lay dying. She asked for Lord Uredale, the eldest son, and waited in the library till he came. He was a tall, squarely built man, with fair hair already gray, and somewhat absent and impassive manners. At sight of him the Duchess's eyes filled with tears.

"She's here in town, I mean. She came back from Paris last night." Lord Uredale showed no emotion of any kind. Emotion was not in his line. "Then my father would like to see her," he said, in a dry, ordinary voice, which jarred upon the sentimental Duchess. "When shall I bring her?" "He is now comfortable and resting. If you are free "

"He has been making arrangements with the husband to get it finished," said Lord Uredale; "it has been on his mind." The Duchess shivered a little. "He knows he won't finish it?" "Quite well." "And he still thinks of those things?" "Yes or politics," said Lord Uredale, smiling faintly. "I have written to Mr. Montresor. There are two or three points my father wants to discuss with him."

Then pausing in the hall, he added in a low voice, and with some embarrassment: "My father has told you, I believe, of the addition he has made to his will?" Julie drew back. "I neither asked for it nor desired it," she said, in her coldest and clearest voice. "That I quite understand," said Lord Uredale. "But you cannot hurt him by refusing." She hesitated. "No.

And in a letter I got from her by the same post, she says that she has told him the whole story. According to her, Aileen's too ill to be thwarted, and she wants the governor to see the guardians. I say, Johnnie" he looked at his brother "we'll not trouble the father with it now?" "Certainly not," said Uredale, with a sigh. "I saw one of the trustees Jack Underwood yesterday.

He fished the streams of Uredale and Swaledale; thence he pushed on to the Eden and the waters of the Border, to Perthshire, to Loch Maree, Gairloch, Skye, and the far north. When September came, he set off for rambles in Germany. He travelled on foot, delighting in the discovery of nooks and corners that were not mentioned in the guidebooks.

I propose to make a study of our new niece." "Lord Uredale!" said a voice on the stairs. The young doctor descended rapidly to meet them. "His lordship is asking for some one," he said. "He seems excited. But I cannot catch the name." Lord Uredale ran up-stairs. Later in the day a man emerged from Lackington House and walked rapidly towards the Mall. It was Jacob Delafield.

At the mention of her name the old man's face had clouded as though the thoughts she called up had suddenly rebuked his words to the Duchess. He feebly moved his hands towards hers, and there was silence in the room for a few moments. "Uredale!" "Yes, father." "This is Rose's daughter." His eyes lifted themselves to those of his son. "I know, father.

"No," said Uredale, raising his eyebrows; "but the 'affaire Warkworth'? If there's any truth in what one hears, that's deuced unpleasant." Bill Chantrey whistled. "It's hard luck on that poor child Aileen that it should be her own cousin interfering with her preserves. By-the-way" he stooped to look at the letters on the hall table "do you see there's a letter for father from Blanche?

The Duchess replied that she would go to Heribert Street at once. As Lord Uredale took her to her carriage a young man ran down the steps hastily, raised his hat, and disappeared. Lord Uredale explained that he was the husband of the famous young beauty, Mrs. Delaray, whose portrait Lord Lackington had been engaged upon at the time of his seizure.