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Then with an elaborate correctness he drew his sword from its scabbard and offered the handle of it to Faversham. "Lieutenant, you are in command of St. Denis. I am your prisoner of war." Faversham stood for a moment or two with his hands clenched. The light had gone out of his face. "I have no authority to make prisoners," he said. He took up one of the candles, gazed at his guest in perplexity.
"But, Sir, I do not understand," began the landlord, but Faversham cut him short with a whispered command for silence. The cellar darkened again, and the sound of boots rang upon the stone steps. A rifle besides clanged as it struck against the wall. The French soldiers were descending. Faversham counted them by the light which escaped past their legs; there were three.
They were to be the sign of the jurisdiction of St Peter, and that by a Bull of the ninth century. How entrancing it is to remember such a thing as that in the midst of modern England. In spite of the weathercocks and their watchfulness, however, the memories of the great pilgrimage between Faversham and Harbledown are dishearteningly few.
In front of him was the famous French table, crowded as usual with a multitude of miscellaneous objets d'art, conspicuous among them a pair of Tanagra figures, white visions of pure grace, amid the dusty confusion of their surroundings. Suddenly Melrose flung his cigarette vehemently away. "Faversham! Don't be a fool! I have something to say to you a deal more important than this damned nonsense!"
"What have I been doing?" said Colonel Faversham, rubbing his palms violently together. "Well, now, to tell you the truth, I've been out on the spree! Such a glorious day! I couldn't resist the temptation. A man at the club I don't think you know him Comberbatch asked me to share a taxi and run down to Richmond to lunch. Delightful in the park. And the view from the Terrace!
Followed by the old man's insolent eyes, Tatham shook hands with Faversham and the Penfolds; then without reentering the house, he took a short cut across the garden and disappeared. "Hm!" said Melrose, looking after him, "I can't say he resembles his mother. His father was a plain fellow." No one answered him. Mrs.
The penniless hero of an amazing scandal is not usually made an idol of by the exclusive aristocracy of Great Britain. I had a sweet and loyal woman about to marry me. I put Eleanor Faversham for ever out of my life. I had the devotion and hero-worship of a lad whom I thought to train in the paths of honour, love and happiness. In his eyes I suppose I am an unconscionable villain.
For a moment Colonel Faversham stood scowling at the butler and what he held in his hand. His first impulse was to refuse to have anything to do with it; but, after all, its contents were of considerable value.
"I ask Lieutenant Faversham for permission for myself and my two officers to sleep to-night at this hotel;" and now he very distinctly heard a long, irrepressible sigh of relief. Lieutenant Faversham gave him the permission he desired in a cordial, polite way. Moreover he added an invitation.
All concerned in the affair were brought to justice, but the abbey of Faversham was no longer coveted as a place of abode. Almost every stone has disappeared of the abbey church in which lay Stephen, his Queen, and their son. It stood on the northern side of the town, where indeed the Abbey Farm still remains.
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