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"I want you to let Sabine think you are just going to forgive her for her deception, but intend her to keep her word to you; and then you can take Mr. Arranstoun up to her sitting-room when you have brought him from the Père Anselme's and just push him in and let them explain matters themselves. Won't it be a moment for them both!" Henry writhed. "Yes," he gasped, "a great moment."
The Arranstouns had been at Arranstoun since the time of those tiresome Picts and Scots and for generations they had raided their neighbors' castles and lands, and carried off their cattle and wives and daughters and what not! They had seized anything they fancied, and were a strong, ruthless, brutal race, not much vitiated by civilization.
"I will not even listen when you say such things for me you are perfect a pearl of great price." "I must try to be, but I am not," and her voice trembled a little. "I believe I am as full of faults and life as your friend there Mr. Arranstoun, who I am sure is just a selfish, reckless man!"
"They were too young and undisciplined at first for happiness they have come through so much suffering now they will cling to each other and joy and not let it slip from their hands. She is more suited to such a one as the Seigneur of Arranstoun than any other there is a vigor of youth in her which must find expression. And it is something to be of noble blood, after all."
"I had taken some kind of distaste for Arranstoun and shirked going there I shall have to face it now, I suppose, because it is such hard luck on the people when an owner is away, and so one must come up to the scratch." "Yes," she agreed, "one must always do that."
They never saw me go through the door, and I hope they think that I've committed suicide out of one of the windows. Look!" and she danced excitedly, "there is Uncle talking to the commissionaire. Oh, what fun!" Mr. Arranstoun peeped, too and saw a spare, elderly American of grim appearance in anxious confab with Alexander Armstrong.
So Michael fell and accepted, not without excusing himself to Binko as he finished writing out his wire: Thousand thanks. I will come. "I am a coward, Binko I ought to have the pluck to go off to Timbuctoo and let Henry have a fair field but I haven't and must be certain first." They were all at tea in the library at Ebbsworth when he arrived, having motored over from Arranstoun after lunch.
"Papa will be in in a moment. He has been dying for you to come back." But the Princess had not done with Mr. Arranstoun yet. The Van der Horn coterie had rung with his exploits on her return from Italy, and the lurid picture had interested her deeply. "I do wish I had been at Héronac, Sabine, I would love to have seen that young man.
"I haven't seen you look so like Black James since you got Violet Hatfield's letter and did not see how you could get out of marrying her." Black James was a famous Arranstoun of the Court of James IV of Scotland, whose exploits had been the terror and admiration of the whole country, and who was even yet a byword for recklessness and savagery. Michael laughed. "Poor old Violet!" he said.
She opened it with trembling fingers; this was all it was: I understand and I will get the divorce as soon as the law will allow, and I will try to arrange that Henry need never know. I would like you just to have come to Arranstoun once more perhaps I can persuade Henry to bring you there in the autumn. Michael Arranstoun.
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