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Then we can play billiards, or piquet, or cat's-cradle, or any rotten thing you like." Dick excused himself curtly. Austin had come down for Whitsuntide, and a lady was staying in the house. Lord Banstead pushed his hat to the back of his head. "Then what the devil am I to do in this hole of a place?" "Don't know," said Dick. "You fellows in the country are so unfriendly.
Dick went up to a table, and, opening the mail-bag, began to sort the letters into various heaps. Austin greeted Lord Banstead none too warmly, and, with scarcely an apology, went back to his writing. He disapproved of Banstead, who was of a type particularly antagonistic to the young, clean, and successful barrister.
Lord Banstead has asked me to marry him. I have accepted him openly. What dare you say to it?" "Yes," said Banstead. "She has made no bones about it. I've asked her five times. Now she accepts me. What have you to say to it?" "I say she shan't marry you," said Dick, glaring at the other. "Steady, steady, Dick," said Austin warningly.
Having intended this day to go to Banstead Downes to see a famous race, I sent Will. to get himself ready to go with me: but I hear it is put off, because the Lords do sit in Parliament to-day. After some debate, Creed and I resolved to go to Clapham, to Mr.
The town talk this day is of nothing but the great foot-race run this day on Banstead Downes, between Lee, the Duke of Richmond's footman, and a tyler, a famous runner. And Lee hath beat him; though the King and Duke of York and all men almost did bet three or four to one upon the tyler's head. 31st.
She was a widow, and had loved her husband, and her sky was still tinged with grey. Viviette, quick to catch the sadness in the voice, made no reply, but renewed the contemplation of her shoe-tips. "I'm afraid you're an arrant little coquette," said Katherine indulgently. "Lord Banstead says I'm a little devil," she laughed. If she was in some measure a coquette she may be forgiven.
And I've got enough to run the show, if you'll keep me from chucking it away as I'm doing. It'd be a godsend if you'd marry me, I give you my word." "Before I have anything to do with you," replied Viviette, who had heard Dick express his opinion of Lord Banstead in forcible terms, "you'll have to forswear sack, and and a very big AND "
They thought they'd rather have a brainy nobleman like your brother than a good old rotter like you. You're " "Oh, hold your tongue, Banstead," cried Austin, rising and putting his hand on Dick's shoulder. "Really, my dear old Dick, you're the right person to stand. They only thought a lawyer could help them but I'm far too busy of course I decline. I'm deeply pained, Dick, at having hurt you.
"Why, what do you want to fool about with village politics for? No. The letter is meant for me right enough." "I can't understand it," said Dick. Lord Banstead looked up from his paper. "That the Rural District Council? I'm on the committee. Had a meeting yesterday. I'm chairman of the silly rotters."
Katherine Holroyd called her a coquette, Austin whatever the whim of a cultured fancy suggested, and Lord Banstead a little devil. As for Dick, he called her nothing. His love was too great; his vocabulary too small. Lord Banstead was a neighbour who, in the course of three months, had proposed several times to Viviette.
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