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When Jos. Larkins had speculated thus, and built rich, but sombre, castles in the air, for some time longer, he said quietly to himself 'Yes. And then he ordered his dog-cart, and drove off to Dollington, and put up at Johnson's Hotel, where Stanley Lake had slept on the night of his sister's return from London.
Once or twice a nod a little too deep or sudden called me up. But Lake was busy about the Dollington constituency, and the Town Clerk's bluff face was serious and thoughtful.
Stanley Lake, that eminent London swell, had attached himself as gentleman-in-waiting to Lady Chelford's household, and was perpetually gliding with little messages between her ladyship and the dapper vocalist of Dollington, who varied his programme and submitted to an occasional encore on the private order thus communicated.
About three weeks after the appearance of the advertisement in 'Galignani, one of Mark Wylder's letters reached Larkin. 'DEAR LARKIN, I saw my friend Smith here in the cafe, who has kept a bright look out, I dare say; and tells me that Captain Stanley Lake is thinking of standing either for the county or for Dollington.
His old friend, Sir Francis Seddley, summoned by the telegraph, was now gliding from London along the rails for Dollington station; but another a pale courier on the sightless coursers of the air, was speeding with a different message to Captain Stanley Lake, in the small and sombre drawing-room in Redman's Dell.
As the doctor toddled towards Gylingden, with sympathetic Major Tackson by his side, before they entered the town they were passed by one of the Brandon men riding at a hard canter for Dollington. 'London? shouted the doctor, as the man touched his hat in passing. 'Yes, Sir. 'Glad o' that, said the major, looking after him. 'So am I, said the learned Buddle.
The late marquis, you know, prided himself on his honey and my friend, Thornbury, cousin to Sir Frederick Thornbury I suppose you know him an East Indian judge, you know very kindly left it at Dollington for me, on his way to the Earl of Epsom's. 'Thank you delicious, I'm sure, it has been in such good company. May I see Wylder's note that is, if there's no private business? 'Oh, certainly.
An hour after Captain Stanley Brandon Lake, whose 'election address' was figuring that evening in the 'Dollington Courier, and in the 'County Chronicle, lay with his clothes still on, in the little drawing-room of Redman's Farm, his injuries ascertained, his thigh broken near the hip, and his spine fractured. No hope no possibility of a physical reascension, this time.
Under ordinary circumstances his 'pride' would have condemned the vicar to a direful term of suspense, and he certainly would not have knocked at the door of the pretty little gabled house at the Dollington end of the town for many days to come. The vicar would have had to seek out the attorney, to lie in wait for and to woo him. But Jos.
Mark Wylder's tax-cart to the Dollington station, where, notwithstanding your veil, and your caution, you were seen and recognised. The same occurred at Charteris. You accompanied Mr. Mark Wylder in his midnight flight to London, Miss Lake. Of your stay in London I say nothing.
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