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I replied that I did not, but that I believed the lady to be a relative of Lord Badington's. Then he was fair angry. "Lord Badington be d d," he said, speaking through his nose as he always did, "her dabe's Dolly Sid John, and she's the sabe who did us id de winter. I wonder you were such a precious fool as not to recognise her. Do you mean to dell me you didn't dow her?" "What!"
"I beg you pardon," cried the butler quickly, "I think you should speak of Lady Badington my master left for Paris at eight o'clock this morning." "What!" roared Moss and you could have heard him on the Goodwin Sands "Lord Badington's married her?"
For, you see, it was quite true. Old Lord Badington, who never could look at a pretty woman twice without falling in love with her, found himself mostly alone with Mistress Dolly at Sandwich, and, by all that is true and wonderful, he married her. Not that she was Dolly St.
Dolly was one of these, and a more talkative little body never existed. I knew her history the very first afternoon I took her round; and by the third, I could have told you that she had met the Hon. John Sarand, and meant to marry him, even if his old father, Lord Badington, had to go on the halls in consequence.
It would have to be a real breakdown, for Lord Badington keeps motor-cars of his own, and his drivers would be sure to be clever at putting anything right " "Oh," says I, quickly enough, "if they can get this car right when I have done with it, I'll put up statues to 'em in the British Museum. You say no more, miss.
I asked her when all was ready. "To Lord Badington's house near Sandwich in Kent." "It's a longish run, and we shan't get there before dark." "Oh," says she, "they don't expect me until quite late; indeed, I don't think Lord Badington himself returns before the last train from town."
I noticed that she laid a lot of stress upon the words, "Lord Badington," for the benefit of the hotel porters, no doubt; but I wasn't angry with her for that, remembering that she was a single woman, and perhaps unprotected; and without any more words we set out across Westminster Bridge, and were very soon picking our way down the Old Kent Road.
"I don't suppose I ought to do it, miss," I said, "unless your uncle in New York has left you anything " "Oh," she burst out, laughing as she said it, "he's dead, Britten; besides, I don't want any uncles now, for I shall marry Mr. Sarand directly Lord Badington gives his consent and that won't be long, for we are going down to his house to-night to get it."
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