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"Well, well" the other spoke blandly, soothingly, as though to a restive child "trapped here, if you will. A word what does it matter? Permit me to finish. There are two things to do, sir, and you have done but one." "I will do nothing more!" George Brudenell was thoroughly master of himself again now, and he flung off the hand upon his shoulder.
"Good-morning, sir! You were very fortunate to catch the train." "Very! I was within half a minute of missing it. I had a run for it, I assure you." "I beg your pardon, sir! Have you breakfasted?" here inquired the professor, in all the conscious importance of carrying a hamper. "Ah, professor! how do you do? You are never going to Europe?" exclaimed Mr. Brudenell, in surprise. "Yes, sir.
And Ishmael satisfied him in every particular. One circumstance in these communications was noticeable Mr. Brudenell, in all his questionings, never once mentioned the name of the Countess of Hurstmonceux. And even Ishmael avoided bringing it into his answers. When Mr.
"Then he is probably a relative of the gentleman in question. The likeness is so very striking; indeed, if it were not that Mr. Worth, did you say his name was? is a rather larger man, I should take him to be Mr. Brudenell. I wonder whether they are related?" "I do not know," said Claudia.
Brudenell to take it. The latter gentleman dropped into his place and then held out his hand to greet his fellow-passengers. "So you are going with us to England. I am very glad of it," said the judge, though in fact he looked very pale and worn, as if he never could be glad again in this world. "Yes," said Mr. Brudenell, "I am very glad indeed to be of your party. Good-morning, Worth!"
On Monday morning she would murmur: "This week I shall surely hear from Herman, if I do not see him." And every Saturday night she would groan: "Another miserable week, and no tidings of my husband." And thus the weeks slowly crept into months. Mrs. Brudenell wrote occasionally to say that Herman was not in Washington, and to ask if he was at Brudenell. That was all.
Ishmael's rooms in that house had never been given up; they had been kept for the use of his party, on their journeyings through the city. He conducted Mr. Brudenell to these rooms, and then ordered luncheon as soon as it could be served, and a fly in half an hour.
"Yes, he did; I suppose he thought it but right to put me in possession of all such facts in relation to a young foreigner whom he had been instrumental in introducing to my family. But, by the way, Middleton Hurstmonceux? Was not that the title of the young dowager countess whom Brudenell married, and parted with, years ago?"
Nor had they been indifferent. A call for help from Kars was an irresistible clarion of appeal to Bill Brudenell. Mercy? There was no consideration of healing or mercy could claim him from his friend's succor. He flung aside his drugs, his bandages. He had no thought for his wounded. He had no thought for himself. To collect reinforcements from the northern defences was the work of a few minutes.
Though I am glad to know that you did not neglect him, and leave him to perish in destitution, as I supposed you had! I am very glad you took measures for his benefit, although he never profited by them, and I never would have let him do so. Still, it is pleasant to think that you did your duty; and I am sorry I was so unjust to you, Mr. Brudenell." "Say no more of that, Hannah.
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