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Green had made haste to open for him. From the threshold he bowed to Mr. Caryll. "My lord," said he, "I shall go straight to Lord Carteret. He will stay for you till you come." "I shall not keep his lordship waiting," answered Caryll, and bowed in his turn. The second secretary went out. Mr. Green hesitated a moment, then abruptly followed him.
"By your leave, sir, I'll remain to see fair play. You may find me useful, Mr. Green. I have no cause to wish this marplot well," he explained. Mr. Caryll turned his back upon him, took off his coat and waistcoat. He sat down while Mr. Green spread the garments upon the table, emptied out the pockets, turned down the cuffs, ripped up the satin linings.
"It's to give you a certificate for valour, and a drop o brandy on a lump o sugar." A purser's glim lit the cabin, bare save for a solitary print upon the bulk-head. Facing it stood the old Commander, broad as a wall, his hands behind him, and the scent-bottle, unstoppered now, in one of them. Kit recognised the face on the wall at once. It was Nelson's. "That you, Mr. Caryll?" "Yes, sir."
Hervey went to the door, and called to the Caryll Place groom, who was standing, anxious and uneasy, at the door which led to the offices. 'What's all this? he inquired. The man came forward and told all there was to tell. Miss Rosamond had been at Weadmere with Mrs. Caryll that afternoon, had driven home, had her tea as usual, etc. All that we know already.
"The sweetest of her sex, Mr. Caryll, but that hot after the men you wouldn't believe." Kit threw back his head and gurgled. Only fifteen, and man enough not to be ashamed to be a boy, he still loved make-believe. And his heart went out to this man, who was after all a brother-boy. "No, I wasn't a sailor.
Jewels gleamed in the Brussels at his throat, and there were diamond buckles on his lacquered, red-heeled shoes. Sir Richard considered him with anxiety and some chagrin. "Justin!" he cried, a world of reproach in his voice. "What can you need to ponder?" "Whatever it may be," said Mr. Caryll, "it will be better that I ponder it now than after I have pledged myself." "But what is it?
"Instead," proceeded Mr. Caryll, as if there had been no interruption, "I will now urge you my reasons why you should not so proceed." "Ha!" snapped Rotherby. "They will need to be valid." Mr. Caryll twisted farther round, to face his lordship more fully.
Caryll would not allow. 'I can wait five or ten minutes longer, she said, looking at her watch. 'Perhaps Miss Ward can spare me a cup of tea. Miss Ward was delighted to do so, and Archie was on his feet in an instant, ringing the bell and then running out into the passage to save time by meeting the servant and asking for another cup and saucer.
We know, now, however, that the correspondence is only in part genuine, and that Pope used portions of his correspondence with Caryll and published them as though they had been addressed to Wycherley. Wycherley had remonstrated with Pope on the extravagant compliments he paid him: Pope had remonstrated with Caryll on similar grounds.
Caryll to be in some league. Accompanied by the Duke of Wharton and Major Gascoigne, Mr. Caryll entered the enclosure promptly as seven was striking from St. Clement Danes. They had come in a coach, which they had left in waiting at the corner of Portugal Row.
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