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Sir Blaise looked after him for a moment disapprovingly, then he went to the door by which he had entered, and, opening it, called aloud, "This way, gentlemen, this way." There was a loud, scuffling noise without, as of the trampling of many feet and the inarticulate growlings of wild beasts. Then Clupp entered the room, clasping in his mighty arms the long body of Master Paul Hungerford.
Van Clupp tabooed several of her own blood-relations and former intimate acquaintances? . . . for the very sensible reason that while she had grown richer, they had grown poorer. But now Mrs. Rush-Marvelle sailed up in all her glory, with her good-natured smile and matronly air. She was a privileged person, and she put her arm round Thelma's waist.
Van Clupp laid her plump, diamond-ringed hand on that of her dear friend, Mrs. Marvelle. "You have managed the whole thing beautifully," she said, with a grateful heave of her ample bosom. "Such a clever creature as you are!" She dropped her voice to a mysterious whisper. "You shall have that cheque to-morrow, my love!" Mrs. Rush-Marvelle pressed her fingers cordially.
Even Halfman found pleasure in the grotesque sham trial. Garlinge and Clupp brought their charges down to face the newly formed tribunal. Halfman spoke. "Here, my lady, we have two hobs who have come to loggerheads as to which is best disposed to the King. Garlinge, let Master Hungerford speak."
Van Clupp, a white-headed, cunning-looking old man, for a little conversation, in order that she may be free to talk over certain naughty bits of scandal with Mrs. Van Clupp and Marcia.
"If you love me, leave him to me." And, indeed, her angry eyes shone warranty that the offender would fare badly at her hands. Halfman waved her aside with a gesture of impatience. "Mistress Satchell," he protested, "you are a valiant woman, but a rampant amazon." Dame Satchell's cheeks glowed a deeper crimson, and her variable anger raged from Clupp to Halfman.
But above all this, if Brilliana applauded the rebel's act, then the rebel's life was of some value, and until he received his lady's orders the rebel's life should be sacred to Halfman. So he struck up with his sword the pikes that Garlinge and Clupp levelled, clumsily enough, and were preparing to thrust at Evander over the interposing barrier.
Interest in all the events that had so swiftly passed before them had gravely relaxed the vigilance of Evander's guardians. Garlinge and Clupp a strong Gyas and a strong Cloanthes open-eyed and open-mouthed, were open-handed also and clawed no clutch upon their prisoner's shoulder.
He watches her as she turns to be introduced to Lovelace, while Miss Van Clupp, thinking of the relentless gift of satire with which that brilliant writer is endowed, looks out for "some fun" for, as she confides in a low tone to Mrs. Marvelle "she'll never know how to talk to that man!"
The last glimpse they caught of the Winsleigh festivities was Marcia Van Clupp sitting on the stairs, polishing off with much gusto the wing and half-breast of a capon, while the mild Lord Masherville stood on the step just above her, consoling his appetite with a spoonful of tepid yellow jelly.
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