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Bravely, as was to be expected of her, she turned obediently; and with a few whispered, loving words to Adrien, left the room, followed, almost unnoticed, by Jasper Vermont. He was quite satisfied with the success of his plot, but had no desire to come into contact with Lord Barminster, if he could avoid it.
"Both of them will be able to assist us, and I would suggest to your lordship that they be sent for, and brought into the Castle quietly. We should then be able to confront Vermont." "Certainly," agreed Lord Barminster; and, crossing the room, he rang for his own confidential man. "Simpson," he said, when the servant appeared, "I want you to drive down, yourself, to the station."
A book was in her hand, but it was closed; and the wistful look in her sweet eyes showed that her thoughts had flown from the pages of fiction to the realities of the past and the future. Suddenly Lord Barminster raised his head. "Constance, what does Lady Ankerton say in her letter?" The girl took it from the rack on the writing-desk.
Vermont was the new machine that was to save you trouble?" "Yes, that's what I thought," was the languid reply. "But one has to turn the handle, even of machines. There are signatures, and leases, and Heaven knows what besides." "How is Lord Barminster?" she inquired. "Splendid." "Lady Constance also well?" with the slightest tinge of restraint in her voice.
Even Lord Barminster, watching his two dear ones closely, was not blind to the gravity of the situation; but he trusted to Constance's love to make matters right in the end. At last the eventful night came. The temporary stables which the village carpenters had been erecting close to the ordinary ones were rapidly filling.
The other man ventured a remark concerning the lady's escort. "Him? That's Leroy son of Lord Barminster the richest of 'em all. She belongs to him, she does; so does the whole theatre. Costs him a pretty penny, you bet. But lor' bless yer, he don't mind! Can't spend his money fast enough.
After this ball at Barminster, I shall go abroad for awhile. That will give the world time to forget we have ever had more than a passing acquaintance." Tears rolled down Eveline's face as she listened to his words. She had played her last card, and she knew the game was lost; though it was her vanity that suffered more than her heart.
Shortly afterwards, they made their way to the morning-room. Here, luncheon had been laid, and Lord Barminster, Miss Penelope, with Lady Constance, were awaiting them. The little party sat down to table, each one secretly only too ready for the meal; for the ride through the fresh, country air had been a fairly long one. "I was really hungry, Constance," Adrien said, with his low, careless laugh.
Ada Lester was also present; she paid her last visit to the neighbourhood of Barminster on that day, and, with a tact most unusual to her, refrained from attracting any attention so far as the Leroys were concerned. Well placed now in money matters, and proprietress of the Casket Theatre, she settled down to learn the art of acting as well as dancing, and eventually married her business manager.
"Adrien is so set on the man, that even with these proofs we shall hardly convince him of his treachery other than from Vermont's own mouth." "Yes," said Lord Barminster with a sigh. "I think you are right. But how is this to be managed?" "I have brought with me the girl, Jessica, to whom I referred just now, and her aunt, Miss Ada Lester," said Mr. Harker.
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