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It was the first time in Adrien's recollection that the proud old man had ever even hinted that Barminster Castle was not entirely his son's yet; that the guests were those of his father's choice as well of his own. Adrien's eyes blazed. "Father," he said in a low voice, but as hard as steel, "I know you have always hated Mr. Vermont, but this goes farther than hate.
Rupert Stillwell had been in almost daily attendance upon Adrien during the past two weeks, calling for her almost every afternoon with his car. The day following he came for her according to his custom. Upon Adrien's face there dwelt a gentle, tender, happy look as if her heart were singing for very joy.
I shouldn't like to intrude in family affairs and that sort of thing, you know what I mean." Adrien's grave, quiet eyes were upon Vic's face. "You think we had better not go, then," she said slowly. "Sure thing!" replied Vic, with cheerful optimism. "There is no necessity slight accident no need to make a fuss about it." "But you said it was a serious accident a terrible thing," said Patricia.
She was not afraid of Adrien's being undeceived now; for, even if Lord Barminster wrote which was very unlikely the spur would have done its work. "I did not know he was engaged," the old man exclaimed. "No, the news has not been made public; but he told me in confidence," Lady Constance returned calmly, as she rose from the breakfast-table.
"By all means, I shall be very glad," answered the commandant; "but it must be upon one condition: you will tell us the story of some adventure in your past life, will you not, mademoiselle?" "Why, nothing worth telling has ever happened to me, sir," she answered, as her color rose. "Will you take a little more rice pudding?" she added, as she saw that Adrien's plate was empty.
Jasper Vermont had indeed done his work well. No sooner had he seen the light of love shining in his friend's face, than he had set to work; and, like the grim spider of evil he resembled, had filled Adrien's mind with the suggestion that Constance loved in fact, was secretly engaged to, Lord Standon. His reasons for this were twofold.
It had been brought by a messenger, he said, who had waited a long while for an answer. Genestas recognized Adrien's handwriting, although his head was swimming after the toasts that had been drunk in his honor; probably, he thought, the letter merely contained a request to gratify some boyish whim, so he left it unopened on the table.
After the luxury of Adrien's rooms the mean quality of her own apartment struck the girl more forcibly than usual, and sinking upon the bed, she covered her face with her hands and gave way to a flood of tears. But the weakness did not last long; and after a moment of two, with a sudden gesture, almost Italian in its intensity, she flung back her head and rose from her crouching position.
Yet, as her eyes met the steady regard of Adrien's, she looked nervously round as if to make her escape. Lady Chetwold felt Adrien give a slight start, and looking up, she saw that his lips had grown stern, and even through the mask detected the angry gleam in his eyes. "Do you know her?" she whispered. "Yes!" he said. "But it would be a breach of confidence to betray her, Lady Chetwold."
"So do I," agreed Vermont, "but I don't say so. Anyhow, Adrien's safe there for another hour, and I came on to give you a word of warning." He turned to her companion, who had been quietly finishing her supper as if unconscious of anyone's presence. "Julia, you look tired; you'd better get off to bed." She rose and hesitated for a moment, looking from him to Ada; then quietly left the room.
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