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But scarcely had they taken their places at the table when the Marquis rose, his brimming glass in his hand. "Mr. Beverley," said he, bowing, "when Devenham, Slingsby, and I meet at table, it is our invariable custom to drink to one whom we all hum " "Admire!" said the Viscount, rising. "Adore!" said the Captain, rising also.
"Amen to that!" added the Viscount, who had at length adjusted the trace to his own liking and Master Milo's frowning approval. "Good-by, Bev," he continued, gripping the hand Barnabas extended. "We are going down to Devenham for a week or so Clemency's own wish, and when we come back I have a feeling that the the shadows, y' know, will have passed quite away, y'know, for good and all.
The Duke paused, in his way across the crowded reception rooms, to speak to his host, Sir Edward Bransome, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs. "I have just written you a line, Bransome," he said, as they shook hands. "The chief tells me that he is going to honor us down at Devenham for a few days, and that we may expect you also." "You are very kind, Duke," Bransome answered.
And here, beside the weather-worn porch, were the stocks, that "place of thought" where Viscount Devenham had sat in solitary, though dignified meditation. A glance, a smile, and Barnabas was past, and galloping down the hill towards where the village nestled in the valley.
"No good, my boy, if you mean Devenham," said Tressider, shaking his head, "just been there, Viscount's disappeared too been away all night!" "What?" cried Barnabas, springing to his feet, "gone?" "Damme if he hasn't! Found his fellow in the devil of a way about it, and his little rascal of a groom blubbering on the stairs." "Then I must dress!
Prince Maiyo left Devenham House to find the stars paling in the sky, and the light of an April dawn breaking through the black clouds eastwards. He dismissed his electric brougham with a little wave of the hand, and turned to walk to his house in St. James's Square. As he walked, he bared his head.
Remember my words, Devenham, when our chronicler dips his pen into the ink and writes of our government, our foreign policy, at least, will be judged by our position in the far East. Exactly what that will be depends upon Prince Maiyo. With a renewal of our treaty we could go to the country tomorrow.
"Sir," said he, when Barnabas stood equipped from head to foot, "Captain Slingsby's groom called to say that his master and the Marquis of Jerningham are expecting you and Viscount Devenham to breakfast at 'The Chequers' a little higher up the street, sir. Breakfast is ordered for eight o'clock."
"Dooce take me," exclaimed the Corinthian, feeling for his eye-glass, "it's Devenham!" "Why, Dicky!" cried the Captain, "where have you sprung from?" and, forgetful of Barnabas, they hurried forward to greet the Viscount, who, having beaten some of the dust from his driving coat, sprang down from his high seat and shook hands cordially.
"Why, Barnabas," cried the Duchess, as Cleone and he stepped out of the shadow, "what's all this I hear about your horse, what is the meaning of it?" "That I must start for London to-night, Duchess." "Leave to-night? Absurd!" "And yet, madam, Cleone seems to think I must, and so does Viscount Devenham, see what he writes."
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