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I had no regrets. I had done as a true Brammerton should. I had done the right. I would not go back; not yet. I would remain here for a while in my obscurity, testing out the new life and executing as faithfully as I knew how the new duties I had voluntarily assumed.
You are an impetuous, headstrong young devil though, with a touch of your mother in you, and, 'gad, if I don't like you the more for it. "But, but," he went on, looking in front of him, "you must remember that although Granton and I were mere boys at the time our vow was made, he was a Granton and I a Brammerton, whose vows are made to keep.
I knew you would, my boy," replied my father quietly. "Where away now, lad?" "Oh! down to the village to tell Jim and Tom not to count on me for their week-end jaunt." Another Second Son I strolled down the avenue, between the tall trees and on to the broad, sun-baked roadway leading to the sleepy little village of Brammerton, which lay so snugly down in the hollow.
"Look here," he answered, a little irritated, "what's all this damned catechising for?" "I am simply asking questions, Harry; taking liberties seeing I am a Brammerton and your little brother," I retorted calmly. "And nasty questions they are, too; but, by Jove! since you ask, and, as I am a Brammerton, and it is I she is going to marry, why! I consider she is honoured.
"Our winecups clinked and the bond was made; made for all time, George." My father's eyes lit up and he seemed to be back in the Crimea. He shook his head sadly. "And now, poor old Fred is gone. Ah, well! our dream is coming true. In a month, the maid of Granton weds the future Earl of Brammerton.
You have heard of him? you are acquainted with him, Viscount Harry Brammerton " "Oh! Mary, Mary," I cried huskily, "please, please do not go on. It is more than I can bear now. "I didn't know. I, I am that man's brother. I am George Brammerton." She stood ever so quietly. "You! You!" she whispered. And that was all.
My inborn sense of fairness deeply resented this conviction on less than even circumstantial evidence; and, at the back of all that, I, as well as he, as well as Harry, was a Brammerton, with a Brammerton's temperament. "Do you mean this, father?" I asked. "Go!" he reiterated. "I have nothing more to say to such an unnatural son, such an unnatural brother as you are."
To lose the guiding hand of her mother in her infancy; to spend her childhood in the luxurious lap of New York's pampered three hundred; to live six years more among the ranchers, the cowboys and, no doubt, the cattle thieves of Wyoming, in the care of an old friend of her father, to wit, Colonel Sol Dorry; then to be transferred for refining and general educational purposes for another spell of six years to the strict discipline of a French Convent; to flit from city to city, from country to country, for three years with her father, in the stress of diplomatic service what a life! what an upbringing for the future Countess of Brammerton!
He's a good fellow; well bred and well made; he is a soldier; he is in the swim; he has plenty to spend; he is the heir to Brammerton; why shouldn't she love him? She is going to marry him, isn't she? She may not be of the gushing type, George, but she'll come to it all in good time. She will grow to love him, as every good wife does her husband.
But, the woman who was conceded the face of an angel, the form of a Venus de Milo; who was reported to have dressed as a jockey and ridden a horse to victory in the Grand National Steeplechase; who, for a wager, had flicked a coin from the fingers of a cavalry officer with a revolver at twenty paces; lassooed a cigar from between the teeth of the Duke of Kaslo and argued on the Budget with a Cabinet Minister, all in one week; who could pray with the piety of a fasting monk; weep at will and look bewitching in the process; faint to order with the grace, the elegance and all the stage effect of an early Victorian Duchess: the woman who was styled a golden-haired goddess by those on whom she smiled and dubbed a saucy, red-haired minx by those whom she spurned; was too, too much of a conglomeration for such a humdrum individual, such an ordinary, country-loving fellow as I, George Brammerton.
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