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Sir Joseph Graybrooke, taking Turlington's hand, led him eagerly to their host. The talk in the dining-room had turned on finance. Lord Winwood was not quite satisfied with some of his foreign investments; and Sir Joseph's "dear Richard" was the very man to give him a little sound advice. The three laid their heads together in a corner.
"I beg your pardon, my lady the housekeeper said you were walking here with Miss Graybrooke. A telegram for Miss Graybrooke." Lady Winwood took the telegram from the man's hand; dismissed him, and went back with it to Natalie. Natalie opened it nervously. She read the message and instantly changed. Her cheeks flushed deep; her eyes flashed with indignation.
Separated one from the other, and thus relieved of their own habitual interchange of contradiction, neither of them had ever been known to attempt the relation of the simplest series of events without breaking down. "It was five years before I knew you, Richard," proceeded Sir Joseph. "Six years," said Miss Graybrooke. "Excuse me, Lavinia." "No, Joseph, I have it down in my diary."
I might have lost seriously, if I had not got back in time to set things straight. Stupidity on the part of my people left in charge nothing more. It's all right now." Sir Joseph lifted his eyes, with heartfelt devotion, to the ceiling. "Thank God, Richard!" he said, in tones of the deepest feeling. He rang the bell. "Tell Miss Graybrooke Mr. Turlington is here." He turned again to Richard.
'Launcelot Linzie, 'Natalie Graybrooke. Very pretty names; quite romantic. I do delight in a romance. Good-morning." She gives the curate a parting smile, and the clerk a parting nod, and sails out of the vestry.
"And if she doesn't marry Turlington," he added, with a lover's logic, "why shouldn't she marry Me?" The Library. The next day Sir Joseph Graybrooke, Sir Joseph's lawyer, Mr. After the usual preliminary phrases had been exchanged, Sir Joseph showed some hesitation in openly approaching the question which the little party of three had met to debate.
After an instant's consideration with himself, he decided on keeping his own counsel, and on putting Sir Joseph's good faith then and there to a test which he could rely on as certain to take Natalie's father by surprise. "Graybrooke!" Sir Joseph started at the sight of his future son-in-law's face. "My dear Richard, you are looking very strangely! Is the heat of the room too much for you?"
To Miss Natalie Graybrooke; Berkeley Square. Come back immediately. You are engaged to dine here with Richard Turlington." Lady Winwood folded up the telegram with a malicious smile. "Well done, Sir Joseph!" thought her ladyship. "We might never have persuaded Natalie but for You!" The Church. The time is morning; the date is early in the month of November.
Secondly, Miss Lavinia Graybrooke, Sir Joseph's maiden sister. Personally, Sir Joseph in petticoats. If you knew one you knew the other. Thirdly, Miss Natalie Graybrooke Sir Joseph's only child. She had inherited the personal appearance and the temperament of her mother dead many years since.
His thoughts reverted to his marriage with Natalie. "Curious!" he said to himself, recalling his conversation with Sir Joseph on board the yacht. "Graybrooke told me he would give his daughter half his fortune on her marriage. Half Graybrooke's fortune happens to be just forty thousand pounds!" He took a turn in the room. No! It was impossible to apply to Sir Joseph.
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