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He was Spennie Dreever, the man of blood and iron, the man with whom it were best not to trifle. But it was really, come to think of it, uncommonly lucky that he was engaged to Molly. He recoiled from the idea of attempting, unfortified by that fact, to extract twenty pounds from Sir Thomas for a card-debt. In the hall, he met Saunders. "I have been looking for your lordship," said the butler.
His lordship beamed upon her with a pebble-beached smile of indescribable good-will. "Sit down," he urged. "We're pals. No quol with you. You're good friend. Quol Uncle Thomas." "But, Lord Dreever, what are you doing? What was that noise I heard?" "Opening drawer," said his lordship, affably. "But " she looked again at what she had in her hand "but this is a five-pound note."
Jimmy could hear voices in the passage outside. He recognized Lord Dreever's. McEachern continued to back away from the door. Lord Dreever entered, with Molly on his arm. "Hullo," said his lordship, looking round. "Hullo, Pitt! Here we all are, what?" "Lord Dreever wanted to smoke," said Molly. She smiled, but there was anxiety in her eyes. She looked quickly at her father and at Jimmy.
Lord Dreever, he had felt, was precisely the sort of youth to whom the professional bunco-steerer would attach himself with shouts of joy. Never, he had assured himself, had there been a softer proposition than his lordship since bunco-steering became a profession. When he found that the strange visitor was Jimmy Pitt, his suspicions had increased a thousand-fold.
His lordship's conscience made one last effort. "You'd much better stop, you know, Hargate, really," he said. "You can lose a frightful lot at this game." "My dear Dreever," said Hargate stiffly, "I can look after myself, thanks. Of course, if you think you are risking too much, by all means " "Oh, if you don't mind," said his lordship, outraged, "I'm only too frightfully pleased.
She could not understand it. A glance at Lord Dreever enlightened her. That miserable creature was wearing the air of a timid child about to pull a large cracker. He seemed to be bracing himself up for an explosion. She pitied him sincerely. So, he had not told his uncle the news, yet! Of course, he had scarcely had time. Saunders must have given him the note as he was going up to dress.
"I am here because I was very kindly invited to come by Lord Dreever." "I know you." "You have that privilege. Seeing that we only met once, it's very good of you to remember me." "What's your game? What do you mean to do?" "To do?
He had to be blunt or silent. "He's the Earl of Dreever, my dear." He rushed on, desperately anxious to cover the nakedness of the statement in a comfortable garment of words. "Why, you see, you're young, Molly. It's only natural you shouldn't look on these things sensibly. You expect too much of a man. You expect this young fellow to be like the heroes of the novels you read.
After awhile, he pushed the boat out of its shelter on to the glittering water, and seized the paddle. "We must be getting back," he said. "I wonder what the time is. I wish we could stay out forever. But it must be late. Molly!" "Yes?" "Whatever happens, you'll break off this engagement with Dreever? Shall I tell him? I will if you like." "No, I will.
On the other hand, it would be quite in keeping with the cheap substitute which served the Earl of Dreever in place of a mind that he should have forgotten to mention some important turning. Jimmy sat down by the roadside. As he sat, there came to him from down the road the sound of a horse's feet, trotting. He got up. Here was somebody at last who would direct him. The sound came nearer.
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