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I paid a fellow a very handsome sum for making it a fellow who knew a lot a real expert. But, of course, when we published it, all the other experts tore it to pieces." "If I bring it, will you go through it with me?" Sir Arthur shrugged his shoulders. "I don't think I will, Duggy.
And it's more than two hours. I I don't like it, Duggy. He hasn't been a bit well lately and so awfully depressed. Please go and look for him, dear!" Douglas suddenly perceived the terror in his mother's mind. It seemed to him absurd. He knew his father better than she did; but he took his hat and went out obediently.
Then vehemently shaking off his thought he rose and went to her. "Dear didn't Duggy want you to ask somebody for the shoot? I thought I heard him mention somebody? "That was ages ago. He doesn't want anybody asked now," said Lady Laura resentfully. "He can't understand why you want a party." "I thought he said something about Lady Constance Bledlow?" "That was in June!" cried Lady Laura.
Only the dying moon in the high blue suggested a different note; as of another world hidden behind the visible world, waiting patiently, mysteriously, to take its place to see it fade. "Oh, Duggy, there's somebody waving to you. Oh, it's Lord Meyrick. And who's that girl with him? She's bowing to you, too. She's got an awfully lovely frock! Oh, Duggy, do look at her!"
His arrogant self-confidence had reckoned upon the effect of absence, as making her softer and more yielding when they met again. The reverse seemed to be the case, and he pondered it with irritation.... "Oh, Duggy, isn't it ripping?" cried Trix, leaping and sidling at his elbow like a young colt.
At the end of the series, he turned and came back again to his own room, with a bent head and meditative step. Falloden followed him. In the library, Sir Arthur suddenly straightened himself. "Duggy, do you hate me for the mess I've made of your inheritance?" The question stirred a quick irritation in Falloden.
Duggy must work for his fellowship; Nelly can stay with some of our relations; and we can send the children to school. Or what do you say to a winter in California? Let's have a second honeymoon see something of the world before we die. This English country gentleman business ties one terribly. Life in one's own house is so jolly one doesn't want anything else.
He had been too entirely absorbed, when it arrived, in the frantic struggle, first for money, and then for solvency. Duggy had become in some ways during the last two years a stranger to him his own fault! What had he done to help him through his college life to "influence him for good," as people said? Nothing.
"But perhaps after all she'll think better of it. By all accounts she has the charm of her mother, whom Risborough married to please himself and not his family." Falloden said nothing. He wished to goodness his father would drop the subject. Sir Arthur understood he was touching things too sore to handle, and sighed. "Well, shake hands, Duggy, old boy.
At the front door two footmen received him; the stately head butler stood with a detached air in the background. "Sir Arthur's put off dinner half an hour, sir. He's in the library." Douglas went in search of his father. He found him smoking and reading a novel, apparently half asleep. "You're very late, Duggy. Never mind. We've put off dinner." "I found Sprague had a great deal to say."
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