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He then gave some orders to one of the keepers, which I did not hear; and without further noticing me he walked on, while they led me away towards Fetherston Abbey, his lordship's residence. I need scarcely say that my feelings were very wretched, and full of shame; and yet perhaps I would rather it should thus have happened, than that I should have been compelled to go back to my father.
"I think Lord Fetherston is right," I replied. So it was settled, and my father led me out of my prison. Lord Fetherston met us as we left the mansion. "My son gratefully accepts your conditions, my lord," said my father, colouring. "I shall fulfil to the letter your lordship's commands." "I am glad to hear it, Mr Lefroy; depend on it, you act wisely," said Lord Fetherston.
"He intended to marry her, probably for wealth and position. The woman a man of Harry's stamp marries is seldom, if ever, the woman he loves," added the chief with a somewhat cynical smile, for he was essentially a man of the world. "But what secret could Enid Orlebar desire to hide?" exclaimed Fetherston wonderingly. "If he loved her, he certainly would never have threatened exposure."
The men were discussing the work of the battery, for four of the officers had been invited, and the point raised was the range of mountain guns. Walter Fetherston glanced at the general through his pince-nez with a curious expression, but he did not join in the conversation. Enid's eyes met his, and the pair exchanged curiously significant glances.
"Thanks, Heywood," replied Fetherston sharply; "that was all I wanted to know. Good day." He replaced the receiver, and, walking back to his friend against the window, explained: "A simple little inquiry I was making regarding a departure by the boat train for Paris that was all."
With them he had, both before the war and after, been constantly supplied by a certain European sovereign whose personal friend he was. They bore the royal crown and cipher, but even to his most intimate acquaintance Walter Fetherston had never betrayed the reason why he was the recipient of so many favours from the monarch in question.
Send him to Oxford as soon as you can. He'll soon get hold of some other tomfoolery there, and forget this. Seven devils worse than the first, in fact!" The Reverend Charles laughed, wheezily, and began, automatically, to fill a pipe, an indication of a change of mental outlook. "Worse?" cried Miss Frederica, ardently; "no indeed, Mr. Fetherston! Better! Far better!
But as they were walking together, after passing Northend, a curious thing happened. Summers started back suddenly and nudged the novelist's arm without a word. Fetherston, looking in the direction indicated, halted, utterly staggered by what met his gaze. It was inexplicable incredible! He looked again, scarcely believing his own eyes, for what he saw made plain a ghastly truth.
"My host is an interesting old countryman, and has told me quite a lot about the war. He was wounded when the Germans shelled Verdun. He has told me that he knows Paul Le Pontois, for his son Jean is his servant." "Why, Mr. Fetherston, you are really ubiquitous," cried the girl in confusion. "Why have you been watching us like this?"
He duly arrived at Waterloo, discharged his duty, and went to his rooms in Half Moon Street. Now, according to Barker's story, his master arrived home early in the afternoon, and sent him out on a message to Richmond. He returned a little after five, when he found his master absent." "That was the account he gave at the inquest," remarked Fetherston. "Yes; but it was not the truth.
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