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Now promise me you will too." "It's harder for me than you." "Not if he really ." "Oh, indeed, he really does, Mr. Ellerton." "Then you'll write?" "Perhaps." "No. Promise!" "Well it must be right. Yes, I will." "I feel the better for our talk, Miss Bellairs, don't you?" "I do a little." "We shall be friends now, you know; even if I bring it off I shan't be content unless you do too.
By her side stood Charlie Ellerton in a flannel suit of pronounced striping; he wore a little yellow mustache, had blue eyes and curly hair, and his face was tanned a wholesome ruddy-brown. He looked very melancholy. "Letters from Hell," murmured Sir Roger. "But I was so distressed," continued his wife. "Mr. Ellerton would gamble, and he lost ever so much money."
The usually quiet little village of Ellerton was, one June morning, thrown into a state of great excitement by the news that the large stone building on the hill, which, for several years had been shut up, was at last to have an occupant, and that said occupant was no less a personage than its owner, Graham Thornton, who, at the early age of twenty-eight, had been chosen to fill the responsible office of judge of the county.
"How funny, father," interposed Nance. "This is the second time tonight a gentleman has asked the road to Ellerton Grange." It would hardly have struck Job as funny if it had been the twenty-second, but Nance was quick and shrewd. "Ho! Ho!" said I. "Tell me about it, little woman!"
"And we shall really be in Paris to-morrow night?" said Dora. "And in England, I hope, six-and-thirty hours afterwards. I want papa to cross the next evening. Mr. Ellerton, I believe we shall be in time." Charlie said nothing. He seemed to be engrossed by the magnificent view before him. "Well? Have you nothing to say?" she asked. "It's a sin to rush through a place like this," he observed.
Lord Ellerton, who was very like Lord Dundreary every way you took him, gave his arm to Kate, and Stanford, with a smile and an indescribable glance, took possession of Rose. "Has your fairy godmother been dressing you, Rose? I never saw you look so bewildering. What is it?" Rose shook back her curls saucily, though tingling to her finger-ends at the praise.
But one thing struck me through the whole of this conversation the way in which the new-married Lady Ellerton was spoken of, as aiding, encouraging, originating a helpmeet, if not an oracular guide, for her husband in all these noble plans.
"Well," said he, "what is it to be?" "Champagne champagne in magnums!" cried Charlie Ellerton, with a ringing laugh.
A minute later, I leaped off Sultan and hammered away at the studded oaken door of Ellerton Grange. No man came to my summons, and I sent a second volley of rat-tats echoing through the house before I heard a shuffling of feet within and a drawing of big bolts. The door crept open for a foot or so, and an old man's head, with a lantern trembling over it, appeared in the gap.
He was where he deserved to be, with his feet in the short, straight path to the gallows, and I pitied him not. Nance did, and it's good for the world that women are made that way. "How far is it to Ellerton Grange?" I asked Job, who came in to tell me Sultan was ready. "A matter of six miles, sir. Three from here to Tutcheter, and three more on to the Grange."
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