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But I advise you, I shall not permit myself to be slandered. This fellow Ned Bone Boon what is his vulgar name? I know nothing of him. If he pretends to any knowledge of me, he lies." "You told me that you had hired men to spy upon Mr. Boyce," Alison said. Mr. Waverton laughed. "Oh, ma'am, I thank you for a flash of honesty. Here's the truth then.
Geoffrey bowed. "Oh," Lady Waverton turned on her elbow. "Colonel Boyce Mrs. Weston, Alison's companion. Faith, duenna, I think." "Your most obedient, ma'am." Colonel Boyce bowed low. Mrs. Weston stared at him, seemed to try to speak, said nothing, and hurried across the room. "Alison, dear, are you ready?" her voice sounded hoarse. "Am I ever ready?" Alison laughed.
Lady Waverton swept her on, and Harry in the rear had the pleasure of hearing Lady Waverton say: "A poor, vulgar wretch, my dear. An out-at-elbows scholar which Geoffrey met at Oxford and keeps out of charity. He is too soft of heart, dear boy, and such creatures stick to him like burrs." The dinner-table was a blaze of silver, but otherwise not bountifully provided.
We'll come to her. But one tale at a time. You let me think I was to go with you till you were gone without me. You took Waverton and told me nothing of that till you had him safe away." "Egad, boy, it was all for your good." "Perhaps you did think so," said Harry after a moment. "In fact it's what I complain of. You want to play Providence to me. Pray, sir, go about your business."
As His Grace said to me, you women are like heaven to a damned soul." "You are a wicked fellow," said Lady Waverton with relish. Geoffrey at his elbow put in, "'His Grace, Colonel?" "The Old Corporal, Mr. Waverton. The Duke of Marlborough." "You have served with him, sir?" Colonel Boyce gave a laugh of genial condescension. "Why, yes, Mr. Waverton, I stand as close to His Grace as most men."
"I am too honest." Yet he had not fallen out with Mr. Waverton. It is probable that he was careful to keep on good terms with his bread and butter. But he had always, I believe, a kindness for Geoffrey Waverton, and bore no ill will for his parade of supremacy. Tyranny in small things, indeed, Mr. Waverton did not affect. He had a desire to be magnificent.
"It is not only soldiers who fight our battles, Mr. Waverton," said the Colonel with dignity. "There's danger enough for a quick wit and a cool judgment far behind the lines. And you need not go to Flanders to find the war. It's flaming all over England, all over France," he dropped the last word in a lower tone, as if his heat had carried him away and it was a blunder.
"I conceive, sir, that every man of high spirit must needs take the road to fame." "A dream of a shadow, Mr. Waverton," said the Colonel, with melancholy grandeur. "'Take the goods the gods provide you," he waved his hand at the crowded opulence of the room and then, smiling paternally, at Miss Lambourne. Lady Waverton simpered at her son. He chose to ignore the hint.
He advanced upon her, and she stopped gaping, and got herself out with a great clatter of crockery. "Od burn and blast it! I want it," says the wet gentleman, and collapsed into a chair. "I believe you, squire. I want it." "What is the news with you?" Mr. Waverton said. "Od's bones, ha' you got the megs? The megs, I say. Oh, rot you, the ready, the hundred guineas?" "Is it done then?" Mr.
If you lay hands on him, which I advise you to do swiftly, you will quench a treason which has us all in peril, and well deserve the favour of King George. For my own part I seek neither favour nor reward, desiring only to do my duty as a gentleman." Mr. Waverton concluded with a large bow in the flamboyant style. "Your name is Waverton?" Sunderland said coldly. Mr. Waverton was stupefied.
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