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He had not intended to make it when he sat down to write, but as he wrote the idea had struck him that if ever a man ought to use a friend this was an occasion for doing so. If he could get a thousand pounds from Lord Altringham, he might be able to stop Captain Stubber's mouth.
"Then you may be sure," continued Lady Altringham, "that the young lady is in earnest. You have not accepted it?" "Oh dear, no. I wrote to Sir Harry quite angrily. I told him I wanted my cousin's hand." "And what next?" "I have heard nothing further from anybody." Lady Altringham sat and thought. "Are these people in London bothering you?"
The new Lord Altringham was with his family in the north, and though she found a telegram on arriving, saying that he would join her in town the following week, she had still an interval of several days to fill.
But she still continued to treat him as she had always treated the Strefford of old, Charlie Strefford, dear old negligible impecunious Streff; and he wanted to show her, ever so casually and adroitly, that the man who had asked her to marry him was no longer Strefford, but Lord Altringham.
He felt the same blank fear of solitude as months ago in Genoa.... Even if he were to run across Susy and Altringham, what of it? Better get the job over.
George explained that he had been bothered a good deal, but not for the last four or five days. "Can they put you in prison, or anything of that kind?" George was not quite sure whether they might or might not have some such power. He had a dreadful weight on his mind of which he could say nothing to Lady Altringham.
Sir Harry had undertaken an experiment in which he had no faith himself, and was sad at heart. Cousin George was cowed, half afraid, and yet half triumphant. Could it be possible that he should "pull through" after all? Some things had gone so well with him. His lady friends had been so true to him! Lady Altringham, and then Mrs. Morton, how good they had been! Dear Lucy!
Captain Stubber had not received a shilling, and had already threatened Cousin George with absolute exposure if something were not done to satisfy him. George, when he had ordered his dinner at his club, wrote the following letter to Lady Altringham.
Everybody rich enough or titled enough, or clever enough or stupid enough, to have forced a way into the social citadel, was there, waving and flag-flying from the battlements; and to all of them Lord Altringham had become a marked figure.
They had been together at Ruan for ten days, and after that she had motored south with him, stopping on the way to see Altringham, from which, at the moment, his mourning relatives were absent. At Altringham they had parted; and after one or two more visits in England she had come back to Paris, where he was now about to join her.
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