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"Back to my own country," he answered. "Perhaps in two weeks, perhaps three who can tell?" "But you are coming to Devenham first?" she asked eagerly. "I am coming to Devenham first," he assented. "I called this afternoon to let your father know the date on which I could come. I promised that he should hear from me today. He was good enough to say either Thursday or Friday.
"Yes," drawled another, deeper voice, "the Duchess introduced him to me. Who the deuce is he, Chichester?" "My dear Carnaby, pray ask Devenham, or Jerningham, he's their protege not mine." "Sir," broke in the Viscount's voice, speaking at its very iciest, "Mr. Beverley is my friend!" "And mine also, I trust!" thus the Marquis. "Exactly!" rejoined Mr.
Of course, they look upon this sort of thing more lightly in his own country, but, after all, he was no fool. He knew his risks." Penelope spoke for the first time since they had left Devenham. "If you begin to talk like that, Charlie," she said, "I shall ask the Duchess to stop the car and put you down here in the road." Somerfield laughed, not altogether pleasantly.
They took their places at the round table which had been reserved for the Duchess of Devenham, not very far, Penelope remembered, from the table at which they had sat for dinner a little more than a fortnight ago. The recollection of that evening brought her a sudden realization of the tragedy which seemed to have taken her life into its grip. Again the Prince sat by her side.
In less than half an hour, the two men were on their way to town. Curiously enough, Penelope and Prince Maiyo met that morning for the first time in several days. They were both guests of the Duchess of Devenham at a large luncheon party at the Savoy Restaurant. Penelope felt a little shiver when she saw him coming down the stairs.
"Nothing, thank you," said Barnabas; "and you will observe the door is still where it was." "Door, sir, yessir oh, certainly, sir!" said he, and stalked out of the room. Then Barnabas set a sheet of paper before him, selected a pen, and began to write as follows: George Inn, Borough. June 2, 18 . To VISCOUNT DEVENHAM,
"Slingsby!" cried his Lordship, "look to that black demon of yours!" "He is no concern of mine, Devenham," replied the Captain airily, "sold him, b'gad!" "And I bought him," added Barnabas. "You did?" the Viscount exclaimed, "in heaven's name, what for?" "To ride " "Eh? my dear fellow!" "I should like to try him for the race on the fifteenth, if it could be managed, Dick."
The Prince, still fully attired, save that in place of his dress coat he wore a loose smoking jacket, stood at the windows of his sitting room at Devenham Castle, looking across the park. In the somewhat fitful moonlight the trees had taken to themselves grotesque shapes. Away in the distance the glimmer of the sea shone like a thin belt of quicksilver. The stable clock had struck two.
They passed into the great ballroom, the finest in London, brilliant with its magnificent decorations of real flowers, its crowd of uniformed men and beautiful women, its soft yet ever-present throbbing of wonderful music. At the further end of the room, on a slightly raised dais, still receiving her guests, stood the Duchess of Devenham.
I think that of all the Englishmen whom I have met you are the most English of all. When I think of your great country, as I often shall do, of her sons and her daughters, I will promise you that to me you shall always represent the typical man of your race and fortune." The Prince left his companion loitering along Pall Mall, still a little puzzled. He called a taxi and drove to Devenham House.
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