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Updated: June 28, 2025
"Show him into my sitting-room, and say that Mr Westray will be with him immediately." Westray met Lord Blandamer in the hall a few minutes later. "I am sorry to say there is bad news from Cullerne," the architect said hurriedly. "Last night's gale has strained and shaken the tower severely. A very serious movement is taking place. I must get back at once." "Do, by all means.
He was emboldened to make these culinary remarks by that moral elevation which comes to every properly-constituted host, when a guest has eaten heartily of the viands set before him. "No," Lord Blandamer said, "there can be no doubt that cushion tripe is the best."
The eyes of the two men did not meet, for Lord Blandamer was hidden by the door; but Westray was much overcome as he thanked the other for rescuing him. "Run for your life!" was all Lord Blandamer said; "you are not saved yet."
But this was not all, for low in the left corner was the inscription "Blandamer." A single word, yet fraught with so mystical an import that it set Anastasia's heart beating fast as she gave it to her aunt, to be taken upstairs with the architect's breakfast. "There is a letter for you, sir, from Lord Blandamer," Miss Joliffe said, as she put down the tray on the table.
Then he talks loud; but I hope your lordship didn't hear all his foolishness." "Oh dear no; I was engaged at the time with the architect," Lord Blandamer said; but his tone made Janaway think that Mr Sharnall's voice had carried further than was convenient. "I did not hear what he said, but he seemed to be much put out.
"The mistake is entirely mine," Lord Blandamer admitted with a smile, as he glanced at his own instructions; "I fancied I had said four o'clock; but I have been very glad of a few minutes to write one or two letters." "We can post them on our way to the church; they will just catch the mail." "Ah, then I must wait till to-morrow; there are some enclosures which I have not ready at this moment."
He added the comble to all his graces and courtesies by shaking her hand as he left the house, and expressing a hope that she would be so kind as to give him another cup of tea, the very next time he was in Cullerne. The light was failing as Lord Blandamer descended the flight of steps outside the door of Bellevue Lodge.
But if his second marriage was no marriage, then his son, Lord Blandamer, who was drowned in Cullerne Bay, had been illegitimate, and his grandson, Lord Blandamer, who now sat on the throne of Fording, was illegitimate too. And Martin's dream had been true. Selfish, thriftless, idle Martin, whom the boys called "Old Nebuly," had not been mad after all, but had been Lord Blandamer.
He would recall, for instance, the fact that for their interviews Lord Blandamer had commonly selected a Saturday afternoon. Lord Blandamer had explained this by saying that he was busy through the week; but then a lord was not like a schoolboy with a Saturday half-holiday. What business could he have to occupy him all the week, and leave him free on Saturdays?
She should so much enjoy it if Mr Westray would some day show her over it. Would he take much longer in the restorations? They were in an alley too narrow for three to walk abreast. Lord Blandamer had fallen behind, but was within earshot. Westray answered quickly, without knowing what he was going to say.
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