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But now Barbara's modesty took alarm; the signal of confusion flew in her cheeks, and she looked round, distressed to see how many watched them. Monmouth cared not a jot. I made bold to slip across to Carford, and said to him in a low tone, "My lord, his Grace makes Mistress Barbara too much marked. Can't you contrive to interrupt him?" He stared at me with a smile of wonder.
Bobbsey from his business trip, and though Bert had asked his father about Mr. Carford, the lumber dealer had not yet had time to give any explanation. "It is quite a little story," he said. "I'll tell you about it some time, Bert. But now I have a lot of back work to catch up with, on account of being away so long, and I'll have to go to the office early, and I'll be late getting home."
To this end it was needful that the coach should be light; Lord Carford, now his Grace's inseparable companion, alone sat with him, while the rest of us rode on horseback, and the Post supplied us with relays where we were in want of them.
I looked in her eyes; I think she followed my thoughts, for she glanced aside, and said in visible embarrassment, "Shall we return?" "You haven't spoken on the matter with my Lord Carford, then?" I asked. She hesitated a moment, then answered as though she did not love the truth but must tell it, "Yes; but he said nothing of this. Tell me of it."
"Your tongue's hung so loose, Simon, that one day it'll hang you tight." "Enough, enough. What then of Phineas Tate?" "He is on board ship on his way to the plantations. He'll find plenty to preach to there." "What? Why, there's never a Papist sent now! He'll mope to death. What of the Duke of Monmouth?" "He has found out Carford." "He has? Then he has found out the Secretary also?"
Carford climbed into the sled, limping more than ever after his run up the hill, the aged man muttered: "The second time a Bobbsey has been mixed up in my affairs. I wonder what will happen when the third time comes?" Calling good-byes to the boys and girls, and again thanking them for what they had done, Mr. Carford drove off amid a jingle of bells.
"It was just toward dusk last evening," went on Mr. Carford, "and I was on my way home to Newton. I'd been in town buying some supplies, and near the cross roads I met Bert and another boy." "That was Jimmie," said Bert eagerly. "Well, I heard you call him Jimmie that's all I know," said Mr. Carford.
Carford hesitated for a single instant, then he seemed to shrink away, making himself small and leaving free passage for a man who came down the steps and walked confidently and briskly across the hall towards where the Duke stood with Barbara. Above us, at the top of the stairs, there were the sound of voices and the tread of feet.
As I rode, I had many things to think of. My woe I held at arm's length. Of what remained, the intimacy between his Grace and my Lord Carford, who were there in the coach together, occupied my mind most constantly.
Tetlow pressed a bell button that called the janitor, and the latter, who was still chopping away at the frozen steps, came to see what was wanted. "Just call to that old gentleman going past in the bob sled to come in here," said Mr. Tetlow. "He is Mr. Carford." "Tell him Bert Bobbsey wants to see him," added the boy, amazed at his own boldness. "Yes, you may do that," said Mr.
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