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Nay and moreover and here's my last word to you, ma'am he avowed that he chose me because he wanted me out of England where I stood between his own son and a pretty heiress. At which, as I remember, my Lord Middleton chose to be amused." "Damme, I like that man," says Harry. "So, ma'am," Mr. Waverton tossed his head. "Here you have it.
He would be, in his superb way, disagreeable if Harry were not in waiting when he was wanted to take a hand at ombre. Harry liked Mr. Waverton well enough, as well as he liked anybody, but found him in the part of offended majesty intolerable. So there was some hard walking back to Whetstone. On the way his temper was not sweetened by two horsemen at the gallop who gave him a shower-bath of mud.
"Pray, sir, did you know that Mr. Waverton this morning left Tetherdown in your father's company, your father taking him, as he says in a letter, to the wars?" "Knew?" Lady Waverton chose to speak out of her swoon. "To be sure they knew. They would not have dared else. Dear Geoffrey! A villain! And you, miss you whom he trusted! Oh!" She again took scent.
L'amour est l'enfant de Bohème, as the song says, and, whatever you can say for Waverton and Cambridge and Boston, you'll admit " He leaned back in his rocking-chair with a laugh. "One does the best one can, Vic. We're children of opportunity as well as enfants de Bohème.
Why, Geoffrey, I thought you had been back at Oxford!" Mr. Waverton came forward, smiling magnificence. "I am delighted to disappoint you, Alison." "Nay, never believe her, Geoffrey," Lady Waverton lifted up her voice and was arch. "I vow she counted on finding you here. Why else had she come?
She does admit that there's an element of homespun virtue in the old families of Boston and Waverton; but that's only because she belongs to them herself." "The capacity of the American woman for being domesticated in an alien environment," observed Rodney Temple, "is only equaled by the dog's." "We're nomadic, father," Drusilla asserted, "and migratory. We've always been so.
Harry, dazed at the mere fact, could not be very sure how it had happened or why. The Wavertons, mother and son, had assaulted the Colonel with hospitality for a night for another for longer and longer and he, appearing at first honestly dubious, remained with a benign condescension. There is no doubt that, in an honourable way, Lady Waverton was fascinated by Colonel Boyce.
"Your friends have warrants to arrest your father and Mr. Waverton for treasonable correspondence with the Pretender. But none for you, I fear, Mr. Boyce." "Devil a one," the man laughed. "Come, Ned, we'll be jogging," Out they swung. A bewildered company, full of suspicions, stared at one another. "Come, Harry, let us go home," Alison said. "Home!" Lady Waverton gasped with an hysterical laugh.
Waverton said that to Mrs. Harry Boyce? Egad, it wasn't civil of Mr. Waverton. And what did the lady say to him?" "That's no matter. What do you say to him, sir? Did you intend murder?" "Lud, Harry, you talk like a ranting parson. It was not your way. Who has put this buzz of morality into your head? I suppose your pretty wife would have you break with your father.
The Colonel, displaying himself as a man of much importance, perpetually hinted that only the occasion was needed for Mr. Waverton to surpass him by far, and to that occasion he could point the way. It appeared to Harry that his father had in mind to enlist Geoffrey for the proposed mission to France, or some other scheme unrevealed.
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