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He thrust his hands into the pockets of his fine coat, and brought forth several papers. These he proffered to Mr. Green, who took them between satisfaction and amazement. Ostermore stared, too stricken for words at this meek surrender; and well was it for Mr. Caryll that he was so stricken, for had he spoken he had assuredly betrayed himself. Hortensia, Mr.
More he might have added then, for the mad mood was upon him, awakened by those soft brown eyes of hers. But in that moment the others of that little party crowded upon them to take their leave of Mistress Winthrop. Mr. Caryll felt satisfied that enough had been done to curb the slander concerning Hortensia. But he was not long in learning how profound was his mistake.
"Are they coomin, Mr. Caryll?" "Yes, sir near now." "Lay low," whispered the old man, "and we'll bag the lot, God helpin us." The sound of oars ceased. Out of the silence a voice hailed. "Any one alife on board?" Old Ding-dong hearkened, his cocked hat far over his eyes. That look of the Eternal Child, arch and mischievous, played among the wrinkles about his eyes. "Cuckoo!" he muttered. "Cuckoo!"
"Decidedly," said he, "his lordship must be viewed at closer quarters." And he led the way downstairs. In the passage he waited for her to come up with him. "You had best announce me by name," he suggested. "It is Caryll." She nodded, and, going forward, threw open a door, inviting him to enter. "Mr.
Caryll sketched for the second time that evening the circumstances of his first meeting with Rotherby. Sir Richard nodded sardonically. "Hum! He is his father's son, not a doubt of that. 'Twill be a most worthy successor to my Lord Ostermore. But the lady? Tell me of the lady. How comes she linked with them?" "I scarce know, save from the scraps that I have heard.
Of course he'll hold Tony, and may I stay out? I'm quite warm, and I've got the parcels all nicely packed under the rug. 'Very well, replied Mrs. Caryll, for she knew the tinsmith's would not be interesting to her little niece, and with a friendly nod to Bob, who was tugging at his cap, she went into the shop, or workroom, for it was scarcely like a shop.
Yet when he stood before her in an attitude of courteous deference, she was at a loss what she should say to him, or, rather, what words she should employ. At last, with a half-laugh of nervousness, "I am by nature very inquisitive, sir," she prefaced. "I had already judged you to be an exceptional woman," Mr. Caryll commented softly. She mused an instant. "Are you never serious?" she asked him.
Caryll to the little white and gold withdrawing-room that was Hortensia's. There, in the little time that he waited, he revolved the situation as it now stood, and the temptation that had been with him for the past three days rose up now with a greater vigor. Should Lord Ostermore die, Temptation argued, he need no longer hesitate.
I brought them with me as proofs of your identity, against the time when the hour of vengeance upon Ostermore should strike. They twill serve no purpose now. Burn them. They are best destroyed." Mr. Caryll nodded understanding, and on Sir Richard's part there followed another fight for breath, another attack of coughing, during which Bentley instinctively approached again.
It is Heaven and Hell to me. Ten days ago, Hortensia, I asked you to marry me " "No more," she begged him, an arm thrown out to stay him. "But there is more," he answered, advancing again. "This time I can make the offer more attractive. Marry me, and Caryll is not only free to depart, but no evidence shall be laid against him. I swear it!
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