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"What's to be done?" asked Harry. "I'd say quit," muttered Jim Ferrers. "Only, if we do, we lose our title to our claim. Of course, I mean quit only for a while -say until spring -but even that would forfeit our title here." "Then it's not to be thought of," rejoined Tom, with a vigorous shake of his head.
"Ah, Lady Florence, I kiss your hands I am charmed to find you acquainted with my friend Maltravers." "And Mr. Ferrers, what makes him so late to-night?" asked the fair Florence, with a sudden ease, which rather startled Maltravers. "A dull dinner, voila tout I have no other excuse."
"Tiresome old gentleman that," muttered Ferrers, "and not so cordial as formerly; perhaps his wife is /enceinte/, and he is going to do me the injustice of having another heir. I must look to this; for without riches, I had better go back and live /au cinquieme/ at Paris." With this conclusion, Lumley quickened his pace, and soon arrived at Seamore Place.
Ferrers, however, insensible to the weather, walked slowly and thoughtfully towards his cousin's house. He was playing for a mighty stake, and hitherto the cast was in his favour, yet he was uneasy and perturbed. It was not on her affection, it was on her pique, her resentment, that he relied.
IT was about nine o'clock that evening, and Maltravers was alone in his room. His carriage was at the door his servants were arranging the luggage he was going that night to Burleigh. London society-the world were grown hateful to him. His galled and indignant spirit demanded solitude. At this time, Lumley Ferrers entered.
"No rash vows! you may return to politics, you may want office. I am of your way of thinking now: and ha! ha! poor Lumley Ferrers could make you a Lord of the Treasury; smooth travelling and cheap turnpikes on crooked paths, believe me. Farewell!" On entering the room into which Cesarini had retired, Maltravers found him flown.
"Oh, sit down," urged Ferrers, almost impatiently, as he filled his pipe and lighted it. "I'll amuse you with some stories about blizzards on this Range in years past." Outside they could hear axes ringing against the trees. Then the dinner-horn called the men in. Soon after the meal was over all the horses in camp were hitched and employed in bringing in the wood.
However, hell is paved with good intentions; and so, in the meanwhile, Ernest Maltravers surrendered himself to the delicious presence of Valerie de Ventadour. One evening, Maltravers, Ferrers, the French minister, a pretty Italian, and the Princess di , made the whole party collected at Madame de Ventadour's.
But they can't play the old man, Mr. Renshaw. I've told Rosey she must make a visit to the old Ranch. Once I've got her ther safe, I reckon I kin manage Mr. Ferrers and any number of Chinee niggers he kin bring along." Renshaw remained for a few moments lost in thought. Then rising suddenly he grasped Mr. Nott's hand with a frank smile but determined eyes. "I haven't got the hang of this, Mr.
But in his moment of triumph over Ferrers he did not pause to think whether he had also triumphed over the School House spirit of antagonism which he himself had stirred up. During the half-hour between morning school and lunch, Betteridge, Tester and Gordon held a council of war. "Of course, whatever we do," said Betteridge, "is bound to be in the nature of farce.
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