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"We shall have several letters to write to-morrow morning," she said presently. "Political letters?" asked Constance. "Yes. By the bye, do you know anything about Lord Dymchurch?" "Nothing at all." "Then find out about him as soon as possible. What are Mr. Lashmar's means?" "I really can't tell you," answered Constance, slightly confused by the unexpected question.
I have no fear of the use May will make of it, and you can't know what a pleasure it is to be able to give it to her, to one of my own blood, my own name, instead of leaving it to strangers, as I once feared I must. But," she broke off suddenly in a changed voice, "here I keep you listening to my old tales, when you ought to be asleep. Good-night, Lord Dymchurch! To-morrow you must see Rivenoak.
"Lord Dymchurch says he would gladly help you, if it were in his power. Don't you think he might be of some use?" "No, I don't. Dymchurch is a dreaming nobody." "What a strange way to speak of him!" said May, as if slightly offended. "You used to have quite a different opinion." "Perhaps so. I didn't know him so well.
That wall at Dymchurch which saves the marshes, Romney, Welland, Guildford and Denge, who contrived it and first took advantage of those great banks of shingle and of sand which everywhere bar out the great tides of the straits and have thus created and preserved this strange fifth part of the world? Was it the Romans?
His eye lighting up with the joy of clear demonstration to Dyce it was a veritable joy, his narrow, but acute, mind ever tending to sharp-cut system he displayed the bio-sociological theory in its whole scope. More than interested, and not a little surprised, Lord Dymchurch followed carefully from point to point, now and then approving with smile or nod.
The answer came that they would prefer not to go away until the middle of July, as a friend was about to visit them, whom they hoped to keep for two or three weeks. Disappointed at the delay, Dymchurch tried to settle down to his books; but books had lost their savour. He was consumed by dreary indolence. Then came a note from Mrs. Toplady.
"But do you suppose that Lord Dymchurch will stay here any longer? He will leave this very morning, I'm sure he will. My aunt will want to know what it means. There'll be dreadful explanations." "Keep calm, May. If we lose our courage, it's all over with us. We have to deal boldly with Lady Ogram.
I hope this is not true; it has a very unpleasant sound." Quite as unpleasant, thought Dymchurch, was Mrs. Toplady's zeal in spreading the rumour. He found no difficulty in crediting it. The bio-sociological theory had occupied his thoughts for a time, and, in reflecting upon it now, he found it as plausible as any other; but it had no more power to interest him.
Lord Dymchurch had been considerably impressed by Lashmar's talk; the bio-sociological theory and all its consequences applied alike to his reason and his imagination; he had mused over this new philosophy, and the opportunity of being ever so little helpful to such a man as its originator should, he felt, be regarded as a privilege.
It's pretty certain that he thinks you know all about him already. If he hadn't, I feel sure he wouldn't go to Rivenoak." The girl mused, smiling self-consciously. "I had better tell you the truth, Mrs. Toplady," were her next words, in a burst of confidence. "I think Lord Dymchurch is very nice as a friend. But only as a friend." "Thank you for your confidence, May.
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