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I only said 'if." "And you're as happy as you expected to be?" "Quite, thanks." "I see. Just about," was Miss Quisanté's next observation; since it was a little hard to answer, May smiled and rang the bell for tea. "You're very gay, I suppose?" asked the old lady. "Just as many parties as I can find gowns for," May declared. "Seen anything of the Benyons lately?"
I did not fail to attend Mr Masterton, who stated that he had made every inquiry relative to the De Benyons; as he had said, they were an Irish family of the highest rank, and holding the peerage of De Beauvoir; but that he had written to his agent in Dublin, giving him directions to obtain for him every possible information in his power relative to all the individuals composing it.
"Waiter," said I, "do you know a Mr De Benyon?" "Yes, sir," replied he; "there is one of the De Benyons at the hotel at this moment." "Is he a married man?" "Yes with a large family." "What is his Christian name?" "I really cannot tell, sir; but I'll find out for you by to-morrow morning." "When does he leave?" "To-morrow, I believe." "Do you know where he goes?" "Yes, sir, to his own seat."
I did not fail to attend Mr Masterton, who stated that he had made every inquiry relative to the De Benyons; as he had said, they were an Irish family of the highest rank, and holding the peerage of De Beauvoir, but that he had written to his agent in Dublin, giving him directions to obtain for him every possible information in his power relative to all the individuals composing it.
That season some friends of the Benyons brought their boys to stay at Rainharbour for the holidays, and Beth varied her other pursuits by rambling about with them, Lady Benyon having seen to it that she made their acquaintance legitimately, for the old lady shrewdly suspected that Beth was already beginning to attract attention.
I turn lawyer. I watched the countenance of the agent, who appeared at last to be satisfied that there had been some mistake; at least he became more communicative, and as I no longer put any questions to him relative to Sir Henry, we had a long conversation. I spoke to him about the De Benyons, making every inquiry that I could think of.
I watched the countenance of the agent, who appeared at last to be satisfied that there had been some mistake; at least he became more communicative; and as I no longer put any questions to him relative to Sir Henry, we had a long conversation. I spoke to him about the De Benyons, making every inquiry that I could think of.
The Benyons were coming back; if she had more to say, there was no time for it; yet she managed a whisper as she shook hands with him, her gesture still forbidding him to rise. Her face, a little flushed with colour, bent down towards his and her voice was eager as she whispered, "Good-night. Be simple, be yourself; it's worth while."
At all events, this is a sort of clue to follow up. The De Benyons are Irish." "Then I will set off for Ireland to-morrow morning, sir," said I. "You will do no such thing," replied the lawyer; "but you will call upon me to-morrow evening, and perhaps I may have something to say to you."
"Waiter," said I, "do you know a Mr De Benyon?" "Yes, sir," replied he; "there is one of the De Benyons at the hotel at this moment." "Is he a married man?" "Yes with a large family." "What is his Christian name?" "I really cannot tell, sir; but I'll find out for you by to-morrow morning." "When does he leave?" "To-morrow, I believe." "Do you know where he goes?" "Yes, sir, to his own seat."
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