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"Of course you have heard the tale from Uncle Evermond, of Hector and the lady at Monte Carlo?" He nodded. "Well, there is not a word of truth in it; he is in love, though, with the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life and I have just been to call upon her. And to-morrow you have got to come to lunch to meet her and tell me what you think." "Very well," said the Crow.
At that moment Morella Winmarleigh advanced with Evermond Le Mesurier their uncle Evermond who, having other views for his own amusement, left her instantly at Anne's side and disappeared among the crowd. "How impossible to find any one in this crush!" Miss Winmarleigh said.
He used great tact he turned the conversation to Anne and the children, and then to Lady Bracondale and Hector's home, all in a casual, abstract way, and he told her of Lady Bracondale's great love for her son, and of her hopes that he would marry soon, and how that Hector would be the last of his race for Evermond Le Mesurier did not count and many little tales about Bracondale and its people.
It was grief, too, to think that after Hector the title would go to Evermond Le Mesurier, the unmarried and dissolute uncle, if he survived his nephew, and then would die out altogether. There would be no more Baron Bracondales of Bracondale, unless Hector chose to marry and have sons. Oh, life was a topsy-turvy affair at the best of times, she sighed to herself.
Even to herself Lady Bracondale would not use any of the terms which usually designate ladies of the type of Esclarmonde de Chartres. Since her brother-in-law Evermond had returned from Monte Carlo bringing that disturbing story of the diamond chain, she had been on thorns of such a light mind and always so full of worldly gossip, Evermond!
Evermond, in one of his letters to Waller, which is dated from Chatsworth, details some interesting particulars of this extraordinary man, whom he found, as he expresses it, "like Jupiter, involved in clouds of his own raising." He says, "I now write to you from the Earl of Devonshire's, where I have been this fortnight past, paying my devotions to the Genius of Nature.
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