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Updated: June 26, 2025
I gave a few orders to my bailiff and gamekeeper, who were waiting to see me. I little guessed then how unimportant to me would be the prospects of the coming sport. It must have been nearly an hour before a servant found me, and announced that my guest desired to see me in his room. I hastened there at once. Lady Dennisford was sitting at the table by Guest's side.
"After all, it is such a small world, isn't it?" Lady Dennisford was scarcely in a condition to be observant. I believe that if we had been sitting hand in hand, she would scarcely have noticed the fact. She was very pale, and her eyes were exceedingly bright. She passed half-way through the room without even seeming to realize our presence. Then she stopped suddenly and addressed me.
Lady Dennisford entered the room almost at the same instant from an opposite door. She was dressed in deep mourning; but it seemed to me that something of the old weariness was gone from her face. She looked at me searchingly, but obviously without recognition. "I am Lady Dennisford," she said. "What is your business with me?" I kept my eyes fixed upon her steadily.
"Ordinary manoeuvres," Lady Dennisford said. "The whole proceeding is absolutely open." "And the reception of the Prince of Normandy by the Emperor?" "An act of private courtesy. He ridicules the idea of German interference in French politics." "And the rifle union?" "If he believes in it at all, he looks upon it simply as a social and patriotic club, with which we have nothing to do.
Lord Polloch says that Germany's friendship is absolutely necessary to us just now, and his Cabinet are determined to secure it." "They will," I muttered, "at a price. Lady Dennisford, you will excuse me, I know. I must hurry back and see Guest." "What is there left for you to do?" "Heaven only knows!" I answered. "I am afraid we are at the end of our tether.
Lady Dennisford was a woman born for emergencies. She made no remark. She simply asked the one sensible question: "What can I do?" "Lord Esherville is your cousin, is he not?" "Yes!" "He is an influential member of the Cabinet. Will you go to him, tell him what you know of us, tell him who Guest is and his history?
What is there we can offer you to leave him in peace?" "You two nothing," Mr. Stanley said gravely. "He himself can buy his life from us, if he wills." "Then can I or Lady Dennisford here," I asked, "be your ambassador? Can we tell him your terms?" Mr. Stanley shook his head. "It is impossible," he said.
"I met her at lunch last week, and she spoke of hunting with the Pytchley next season. She's going to have a look at the country. Sorry the rain spoilt your match." I hesitated a moment. "Lady Dennisford," I said, "I had a particular reason for coming to see you this morning." She raised her eyebrows. "My dear Jim!"
He looked beyond to where the turrets and chimneys of a large, grey, stone house were half visible through the trees. "Who is your neighbor?" he asked. "Lord Dennisford," I answered. "A very decent fellow, too, although I don't see much of him. He spends most of his time abroad." "Lord Dennisford!" I turned to look at my companion.
It was one o'clock the next morning before Guest and I turned homeward to our rooms, for we had thought it well to separate, and I could tell him what had passed between Lady Dennisford and myself. He heard me without interruption, but I saw his face twitch with anxiety. "It is almost the last chance," he muttered. Lady Dennisford had failed.
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