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Parsons had no further arguments to use and felt that after seeing her safe to his own hotel that night, and helping to engage a suitable and responsible maid next day to travel with her, he could do no more. The question of the name troubled him most, and he almost refused to agree that she should be known as Mrs. Howard. "But I have told Mr. Arranstoun that I mean to be only that!"
"What an exquisite place!" he exclaimed. "It reminds me of Arranstoun, does it not you, Henry? although that is not near the sea." The color deepened in Sabine's cheeks had she unconsciously made it resemble that place? She did not know, and the suggestion struck her with surprise. Michael had recognized her of course, she saw that, but he was a gentleman and intended to play the game.
Will you not do the same?" Henry covered his eyes with his hands. It seemed as though reason were slipping from him; and then, like a flash of lightning which cleared his brain, the reality struck him. "It is Michael Arranstoun," he said with a moan. "We know nothing for certain," proclaimed the Père Anselme. "But the alteration began from this young man's visit.
She glanced at the Trouville news, and the Homburg news with wandering mind, and then her eye fell upon the polo at Ostende, and there she read that the English team had been giving a delightful dance at the Casino, where Mr. Michael Arranstoun had sumptuously entertained a party of his friends amongst them Miss Daisy Van der Horn.
Arranstoun, then a discouraging thought came only Sabine was such an uncommon name if it were not for that he might never guess.
They have the next table, and neither of them can be taking the cure. But Mr. Arranstoun, when he received this missive, had other things to do.
"If Lord Fordyce sees this he must realize that, although he knows me as Sabine Howard, I was probably Sabine Delburg." "I should think you had better inform his lordship yourself at once. There is no disgrace in the matter. Arranstoun is a very splendid name," Mr. Parsons ventured to remind her. But Sabine shut her firm mouth. Not until it became absolutely necessary would she do this thing.
Michael laughed a little bitterly, as he answered: "All men are brutes when the moment favors them, and when a woman is sufficiently attractive. We will admit that the owner of Arranstoun was a brute." "He was a man who, I understand, lived only for himself and for his personal gratification," Mrs. Howard told him. "Poor devil! He perhaps had not had much chance. You should be charitable!"
"I do not know that she ever cared but I do know that even his memory has power to disturb her. He must have been just such another as your friend, the Seigneur of Arranstoun. It is his presence which has reminded her of something of the past, since it cannot be he himself." "No, of course it cannot be Michael " and Henry laughed shortly. "He is an Englishman.
An opalescence of soft light and peace and beauty was over the park of Arranstoun on this June night of its master's wedding, and he walked among the giant trees to the South Lodge gate, only a few hundred yards from the postern, which he reached from his sitting-room. All had gone well in London. Mr.
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