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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Get Phil to drive with you. He likes the dog-cart better than I do." "I have talked it over with him," Caryl responded gravely. "He agrees with me that this is the best arrangement." There was to be no escape then. Once more the stronger will prevailed. Without another word she turned from him and went upstairs.
He kept on meaning to go and call on Caryl Carne, and he had quite made up his mind to do it, but something always happened to prevent him. Neither did he care a groat for his old friend Twemlow's advice upon that subject.
For the French, by means of treacherous agents of whom perhaps Caryl Carne was one, though his name does not appear in the despatches knew all about this neat little scheme beforehand, and set their wits at work to defeat it.
But the poor old castle belongs to us still, because no one would take the expense of it." "And because of the stories concerning it, Maria. Your nephew Caryl is a brave young fellow if he means to live there all alone, and I fear he can afford himself no company. You understand him so much better: what do you suppose his motive is?"
The suggestion was quite unexpected; she looked at him in surprise. "I have promised Vera to dine there," she said. "Ring her up and say you can't," said Caryl. She hesitated. "I must make some excuse if I do. What shall I say?" "Say I want you," he said, and suddenly that rare smile of his for which she had wholly ceased to look flashed across his face, "and tell the truth for once."
This was a bitter reflection to him, and might have inclined him the right way, if time had allowed him to work it out. But no such time was afforded; and in the confusion and gratitude of the moment, he answered, "Sir, I shall be always at your service, and do my very best in every way to please you." Caryl Carne smiled; and the church clock of Springhaven solemnly struck midnight.
Eventually Doris found herself seated at a square table with Caryl and two others in the middle of the great room. The lady who has just left this table thinks she must have dropped one of her gloves under it." Doris pushed back her chair and would have risen, but the speaker was already on his knees and laid a hasty, restraining hand upon her.
Abingdon turned on his heel and walked away. He was thoroughly angry and made no attempt to hide it. His wife lingered a moment irresolute, then softly followed him. And as the door closed, Caryl looked very steadily into the girl's flushed face and spoke: "All I have to say is this. Maurice Brandon is no fit escort for any woman who values her reputation.
To trade upon this good-will is almost as low a thing as any man can do, even when he does it for good uses. But to trade upon it, for the harm of those who feel it, and the ruin of his country, is without exception the very lowest and this was what Caryl Carne was at.
"I am staying with Lady Caryl," he told her gravely. "I arrived this afternoon. And I have come here to present a humble offering to your sister, and to make a suggestion equally humble to you. I arrived here in this room by means of a process called bribery and corruption. But if you are too busy to listen to me, I will wait." "I can listen," Molly said.
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