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Updated: May 17, 2025
"What ho!" said a voice. Behind them, with a propitiatory smile on his face, stood his lordship of Dreever. "My uncle told me I should find you out here. What have you got in there, Pitt? Is this what you feed them on? I say, you know, queer coves, hens! I wouldn't touch that stuff for a fortune, what? Looks to me poisonous." He met Jimmy's eye, and stopped.
Hildebrand Spencer Poynt de Burgh John Hannasyde Coombe-Crombie, twelfth Earl of Dreever, was feeling like a toad under the harrow. He read the letter again, but a second perusal made it no better. Very briefly and clearly, Molly had broken off the engagement. She "thought it best." She was "afraid it could make neither of us happy." All very true, thought his lordship miserably.
They'd never be able to bully him again." "I shouldn't," said Jimmy, trying to keep a touch of coldness out of his voice. This championship of Lord Dreever, however sweet and admirable, was a little distressing. She looked up quickly. "You don't think I really meant to, do you?" "No, no," said Jimmy, hastily. "Of course not." "Well, I should think so!" said Molly, indignantly.
"I have just been talking to Sir Thomas, my dear," he said. He tried to speak casually, and, as a natural result, infused so much meaning into his voice that Molly looked at him in surprise. McEachern coughed confusedly. Diplomacy, he concluded, was not his forte. He abandoned it in favor of directness. "He was telling me that you had refused Lord Dreever this evening." "Yes. I did," said Molly.
He had stopped there to watch, more because he wished to study his man at close range than because the game was anything out of the common as an exposition of billiards. As a matter of fact, it would have been hard to imagine a worse game. Lord Dreever, who was conceding twenty, was poor, and his opponent an obvious beginner.
"One second, Dreever," he said. "Eh? Hullo! What's up?" "Any money on that game?" asked Jimmy. "Why, yes, by Jove, now you mention it, there was. An even fiver. And er by the way, old man the fact is, just for the moment, I'm frightfully You haven't such a thing as a fiver anywhere about, have you? The fact is " "My dear fellow, of course. I'll square up with him now, shall I?"
Somebody else had heard of a fellow whose father had fired at the butler, under the impression that he was a house-breaker, and had broken a valuable bust of Socrates. Lord Dreever had known a man at college whose brother wrote lyrics for musical comedy, and had done one about a burglar's best friend being his mother.
So far, no announcement of the engagement had been made. It struck him that possibly it was being reserved for public mention on the night of the theatricals. The whole county would be at the castle then. There could be no more fitting moment. He sounded Lord Dreever, and the latter said moodily that he was probably right.
"Seems to me," said his lordship, "we're both in the cart." "What's your trouble?" Lord Dreever hesitated. "Oh, well, it's only that I want to marry one girl, and my uncle's dead set on my marrying another." "Are you afraid of hurting your uncle's feelings?" "It's not so much hurting his feelings. It's oh, well, it's too long to tell now. I think I'll be getting home.
It seemed to him at this moment that there was only one place in the world where a man might be even reasonably happy. "What sort of part is it? Lord Dreever said I should be wanted to act. What do I do?" "If you're Lord Herbert, which is the part they wanted a man for, you talk to me most of the time." Jimmy decided that the piece had been well cast.
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