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Mr. Manners never had had cause to hate me, and the only reason I could assign was connected with his Grace of Chartersea, which I dismissed as absurd. A few drops of rain warned me to seek shelter. I knew not where I was, nor how long I had been walking the streets at a furious pace. But a huckster told me I was in Chelsea; and kindly directed me back to Pall Mall.
And as for that intriguing little puppy, her father, you have pulled his teeth, egad. She heard what you said to him, you tell me. Then he will never deceive her again, my word on't. And Chartersea may come back to London, and be damned." Three days after that I was at sea, in the Norfolk packet, with the farewells of my loyal English friends ringing in my ears.
"Where is little to tell," I answered shortly, considerably piqued. "I bet your friend, the Duke of Chartersea, some hundreds of pounds I could ride Lord Baltimore's Pollux for twenty minutes, after which his Grace was to get on and ride twenty more." "Where did you see the duke?" Dolly interrupted, without much show of interest.
"All the town knows how Chartersea threw a bottle at him, and were it not for his daughter he had long since been put out of White's. Were it not for Miss Dolly I would call him out for this cowardly trick, and then publish him." "Nay, my Lord, I had held that as my privilege," interrupted the captain, "were it not, as you say, for Miss Manners."
He clutched my arm with an earnestness to startle me. "You must not leave England now," he said. "And why?" "Because she will marry Chartersea if you do. And take my oath upon it, you alone can save her from that." "Nonsense!" I exclaimed, but my breath caught sharply. "Listen, Richard. Mr.
Fox's Ariel, and why he had not carried Sandwich's cup at Newmarket; on the advisability of putting three-year-olds on the track; in short, on a dozen small topics of the kind. At length, when Comyn and I had lost some fifty pounds between us, Chartersea threw down the cards. "My coach waits to-night, gentlemen," said he, with some sort of an accent that did not escape us.
"My dear, I have often pitied her from my soul," I said. "And now I shall tell you something of the story of the Duke of Chartersea," she went on, and I felt her tremble as she spoke that name. "I think of all we have Lord Comyn to thank for, next to saving your life twice, was his telling you of the danger I ran.
Tyers testified that he had seen Chartersea that night, and Lord Carlisle and Fitzpatrick to the grudge the duke bore me. I was given my liberty. Comyn was taken to his house in Brook Street, Grosvenor Square, in Sir Charles's coach, whither I insisted upon preceding him.
"What is it, Richard?" "You are going to meet Chartersea," I said. He must have seen the futility of a lie, or else was scared out of all contrivance. "Yes," he said weakly. "You have allowed it to become the talk of London that this filthy nobleman is blackmailing you for your daughter," I went on, without wasting words. "Tell me, is it, or is it not, true?"
I had little trouble, however, in persuading her. For news was a rare luxury in those days, and Patty was plainly uncomfortable until she should have it out. "I would not give you the vapours to-night for all the world, Richard," she exclaimed. "But if you must, Dr. Courtenay has had a letter from Mr. Manners, who says that Dolly is to marry his Grace of Chartersea. There now!"
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