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"With Delrose!" exclaimed Trevalyon, now fully aroused; "is Delrose at Haughton?" and as he spoke he gave a swift glance at Lady Esmondet, who thought silently, "Delrose, the man who was mixed up in some way with Lionel in the Fanny Clarmont scandal; there will be mischief." "No, left same train as I did, very unwillingly though; extracted a promise from Mrs.
Delrose flew rather than walked to Rose Cottage muttering curses on Kate and Trevalyon as he ran. "D him, he has always had the best of it whenever he and I have crossed lances. Kate has loved him best all along, and did he hold up his finger she'd not go with me to-night. But by the stars she shall!
"Must go to the point at once, as what I hear has troubled me. Mrs. Haughton tells me there is no doubt you are married to Fanny Clarmont, and as Delrose is frequently here and lounging about with her, I suppose he has told her; I know he was mixed up in the affair; I'm sorry for you if it's true, old fellow.
Delrose had unconsciously given his foe some ecstatic moments, for the crowd so pressed about him to hear what answer he would make to the bold denial of the black-bearded Major that Vaura was close enough to hear his heart-beats, and to whom he whispered brokenly "All the nun's words will not avail, darling, after his false denial; I must bring on my other proofs for both our sakes, beloved."
"Thank you, for the two-fold kindness. Now gladly shall I be your Mercury. Good-night," and lifting her hand to his lips, he was gone. "Then you really mean to wed Colonel Haughton?" enquired Delrose in unsteady tone. "Come and sit beside me, Kate; you sat beside that other man. Gad! I feel like shooting the follow." "Mere bravado; gentlemen only meet their equals."
Sir Lionel Trevalyon has lately come into the possession of much gold; the Church of Rome hath a fancy for the yellow metal; if the woman robed as a nun be a nun, then she is only adding to the coffers of the church by speaking the words we have heard. To attempt to describe the effects of the words of Delrose on the gay groups of revellers would be impossible.
"MISS VERNON, "The villa Iberia, "Rome, Italy. "November, 1877." To Delrose at Haughton madame, after mailing above, had said: "I have settled Miss Vernon at all events; she will not show up at Christmas. I know she hates the Duke of Hatherton so I told her he is coming, and I don't know as yet whether he is. It takes a woman to outwit a woman."
"None of your chaff, Kate, I am in no mood to stand it; the ball is at his feet now, it will be at mine ere sunrise," he said savagely, and with latent meaning. "That's right, Delrose," said Tedril, mistaking his purpose.
While he was speaking, crash, crash, went the plate glass in the window behind him, and black Delrose, looking like a very fiend, bounded in, taking up a bronze statue of Achilles, hurled it at Trevalyon, who only escaped from the fact of having stooped with the utmost apparent sang-froid to pick up a rose his fair companion had dropped from her corsage.
On Madame answering the Delrose signal by rising from the table, saying, "Say your say in the greater comforts of the drawing-rooms, Sir Lionel, as you have dined; come away, the gentlemen will not linger to-night; here, give me your arm and I shall be well taken care of between two such gallants as Lord Rivers and yourself."
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