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And so Barnabas smiled, and as Martin led the horse to the stables, turned to find the young Corinthian at his elbow; he had resumed hat and coat, and now regarded Barnabas as smiling and imperturbable as ever. "Sir," said he, "I congratulate you heartily. Sir, any friend of Viscount Devenham is also mine, I trust; and I know your name, and hem! I swear Slingsby does!
"Sir," said she suddenly; "you are a friend of Viscount Devenham." "I count myself so fortunate." "And therefore a gentleman." "Indeed, it is my earnest wish." "Then you will promise me that, should you ever hear anything spoken to the dishonor of Beatrice Darville, you will deny it." "Yes," said Barnabas, smiling a little grimly, "though I think I should do more than that."
"D'you grasp the importance of this, Devenham? d'you see the possibilities, Dick? It will create a sensation, it will set all the clubs by the ears, by George! We shall have the Prince galloping up from Brighton. By heaven, it's stupendous! Permit me, my dear Beverley. See here we have three folds and a tuck, then oh, Jupiter, it's a positive work of art, how the deuce d'you tie it?
"It is rather an aggregation of sounds, emanating in unison from your good friends the Marquis of Jerningham, Viscount Devenham and Mr. Vere-Manville they sleep remarkably soundly!" "And the others, sir?" "Departed in the small hours, with your uncle George and four of 'em in tears!" "It was a dreadful night, sir." "It was a night of nights, Peregrine. I remember only one to equal it."
The Ambassador bowed, and escorted her to the door. "I have confidence in you, Penelope," he said. "You will try your best?" "Oh, yes!" she answered with a queer little laugh, "I shall do that. But I don't think that even you quite understand Prince Maiyo!" The perfume of countless roses, the music of the finest band in Europe, floated through the famous white ballroom of Devenham House.
Beverley on a matter of importance, and that nobleman presenting himself, Peterby withdrew. "Excuse this intrusion, my dear Beverley," said the Marquis as the door closed, "doocid early I know, but the ah the matter is pressing. First, though, how's Devenham, you saw him last night as usual, I suppose?" "Yes," answered Barnabas, shaking hands, "he ought to be up and about again in a day or two."
Just now I am afraid," he concluded, "this will seem to you but a bundle of purple velvet and vellum, but it is really a manuscript of great curiosity which comes from the oldest monastery in Asia, the Monastery of Koya-San." He turned to the Duchess. "Duchess," he said, "you see that my tapestries have already gone. They left yesterday for Devenham Castle.
"Beverley," said the Marquis, proffering his arm, "I have my chariot below; I thought we might drive round to the club together, you and Devenham and I, if you are ready?" "Thank you, Marquis, yes, I'm quite ready." Thus, with a Marquis on his right, and a Viscount on his left, and divers noble gentlemen in his train, Barnabas went forth to his triumph.
"So you really cannot help us at all, madam?" he said at length. "I am afraid not," she answered. "Perhaps," he suggested, "after you have thought the matter over, something may occur to you. Can I trouble you for your address?" "I am staying at Devenham House for the moment," she answered. He wrote it down in his notebook.
Pardon me one moment, there is a wrinkle in your left stocking, silk stockings are very apt to " But here the legs of the Gentleman-in-Powder planted themselves quivering on the threshold to announce: "Viscount Devenham!" He still carried his arm in a sling, but, excepting this, the Viscount was himself again, Bright-eyed, smiling and debonair.
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