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He walked out to wait on my lord, and they made it up, which was perhaps unfortunate for Mr. Waverton. Later in the day my lord heard that a gentleman was asking to speak with him, a gentleman who professed to have information about the Pretender which he could give only to my lord's private ear. Thereupon my lord received a large and imposing young gentleman, who said: "My Lord Sunderland?
That face was long and angular, with a heavy chin and an expression of sardonic complacency oddly increased by the jauntiness of its shabby brown wig. Waverton turned round wearily upon the unwelcome guest. "Well, Charles, what is it?" "It is nothing. My dear Geoffrey, if I had anything to do or anything to say why should I come to you?" "Merci, monsieur," Waverton smiled gracious indulgence. Mr.
Tell all your story," Alison said. "They found him lying in the kennel in Long Acre," Geoffrey smiled. "Oh, there was some brawl, it seems. He was set upon by his tavern cronies in a quarrel about a wench he had. A very proper end." "Geoffrey, you are a cur," says Mr. Hadley in his ear. "You are lying," Alison cried. Mr. Waverton laughed and waved his hand. "Oh, ma'am, you are a chameleon.
Jean Bannerman also lived at Waverton, and would travel home with Muriel and herself, and she hoped it might be possible to see something of Jean during the holidays.
And he laughed, do you remember, he laughed!" "He never would take you to heart, in fact." "A treacherous hound!" said Mr. Waverton with startling vehemence. "Oh, he was honest when he laughed." Mr. Waverton swept Harry out of the conversation. "Forgive me, Alison, I should have known. My heart should have told me." "Oh Lud, and is your heart to give tongue now?" "My heart," said Mr.
He paused and stared at Geoffrey intently, and gradually a grim humour stole into his eyes. He began to laugh. "Egad, I envy you, Mr. Waverton. To be in such an affair at your years bah, I should have been crazy with pride." "You need not doubt that I value the occasion, sir," Geoffrey said grandly. "Pray, believe that I shall do honour to your confidence." "To be sure you will.
Colonel Boyce shrugged. "You're a proper grateful son. So be it. You have your wealthy wench and want no more of me. Well, go to the devil your own way, Harry." "By your leave, I prefer it. But there's more, sir. Now comes Mr. Waverton and declares to my wife and me that you enticed him into a vile plot: for your pretence of a mission to the Pretender was nothing but a device for murder." "Mr.
Waverton rides over sometimes to the Hall at Highgate. Miss Lam Mrs. Boyce's house;" the butler looked knowing. "Mrs. Boyce? Eh, is that Colonel Boyce's lady?" The butler smiled discreetly. "No, sir, to be sure. Young Boyce young Mr. Boyce, sir." Captain McBean wheeled round in such a hurry that the butler was almost overthrown. They clattered off.
You have bungled your business, as usual. Your fellow Ned Boon hath been taken and lies in Newgate. He has confessed that he and his gang were hired for this murder by a certain Geoffrey Waverton." "It is a lie!" "Waverton I have a whip as well as a sword." "I do not concern myself with you, sir," says Mr. Waverton with dignity. "You are repeating a lesson, I see.
"Why, Colonel, if a man is happily placed above vulgar needs, the more reason " "Vulgar needs! Oh, fie, Mr. Waverton. A divine creature." Colonel Boyce looked wicked, and his easy hand designed in the air Miss Lambourne's shape. Lady Waverton tittered. Geoffrey blushed, and "You do me too much honour sir, indeed," he stammered. Colonel Boyce turned smiling upon Lady Waverton.
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