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The lady blushed as one seldom sees a mature woman blush but exactly as I had seen Madame Picardet and White Heather. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, in a confused way that recalled Mrs. Granton. "Forgive my hasty speech. I I didn't know you." But I do it with regret with profound regret.
Fine combination, little brother! However, George, dear boy, we shall let it go at that. There is something you are anxious to unload. Get it out of your system, man." "I have just been hearing that you are going to marry Lady Rosemary Granton soon." "Why, yes! of course. You may congratulate me, for I have that distinguished honour," he drawled. "And you do consider it an honour?"
"Where did you get this letter?" "At the post office." "I can't call you by name. Do you live about here?" "No, I came from Granton." No further questions were asked just then, as Mr. Leavitt, suspending work, opened the letter. "It's from your Uncle Benjamin," he said, addressing Robert. "Let us see what he has to say." He read the letter in silence. "What does he say, father?" asked Robert.
Don't give it to Dobson; let Césarine take it over to Fowlis in the dog-cart." It is the drawback of Seldon that we are twelve miles from a railway station, though we look out on one of the loveliest firths in Scotland. Césarine took it as directed an invaluable servant, that girl! Meanwhile, we learned from the Morning Post next day that young Mr. Granton had stolen a march upon us.
The next day, at five o'clock, James Starr jumped out of bed, dressed himself warmly, for a cold rain was falling, and left his house in the Canongate, to go to Granton Pier to catch the steamer, which in three hours would take him up the Forth as far as Stirling.
When he was David Granton, no doubt, he clipped it to an intermediate length, trimmed his beard and moustache, and dyed them all red, to a fine Scotch colour. As the Seer, again, he wore his hair much the same as Elihu's; only, to suit the character, more combed and fluffy. As the little curate, he darkened it and plastered it down.
They rowed fast and well. In a very few minutes they had rounded the point and got clear out of sight of the Cockneyfied towers and false battlements of Seldon. Mrs. Granton pulled stroke. Even as she rowed she kept up a brisk undercurrent of timid chaff with Sir Charles, giggling all the while, half forward, half shy, like a school-girl who flirts with a man old enough to be her grandfather.
Then the man turned, and waved his hand at us gracefully. "Good-bye!" he said, "good-bye! Hope you'll pick a nice bunch! We're off to London!" "Off!" Charles exclaimed, turning pale. "Off! What do you mean? You don't surely mean to say you're going to leave us here?" The young man raised his cap with perfect politeness, while Mrs. Granton smiled, nodded, and kissed her pretty hand to us.
Why, when we began to suspect the Honourable David Granton, had we not, as if by accident, tried to knock his red wig off? Why, when the Reverend Richard Peploe Brabazon first discussed the question of the paste diamonds, had we not looked to see if any of Amelia's unique gems were missing?
To that point alone they must confine their attention; and if they were convinced that the prisoner was shown to be the self-same man who appeared on various occasions as David Granton, as Von Lebenstein, as Medhurst, as Schleiermacher, they must find him guilty.
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