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Oh, let it go at that" how soon she had caught his phrases! "And now come back a little way through the woods with me. And try to forget Lady Gridborough. Why, sir," she went on, with a tender, bewitching playfulness, though her eyes were moist, "you ought not to be thinking of any lady, old or young, but me." When Derrick got back to the inn, he found Reggie at work on his masterpiece.
You are the young lady who has come to the Hall as librarian. Let me see, what is your name?" Celia told her. "And a very pretty one, too," said the old lady, with a short nod. "I'm called Gridborough. You've walked six miles, and must be tired," she continued. "You ought to have a rest. Get in and I'll drive you to my house; you can have some lunch with me."
There were no speeches; they were not necessary; Lady Gridborough did most of the talking, breaking off now and then, sometimes to smile happily at Derrick and Celia, at others to wipe her eyes; for Lady Gridborough, at a wedding, was always hovering between smiles and tears.
Those childish little lips of hers close tightly whenever one approaches the subject, and she has absolutely refused to say one word that would lead to a clue." "Perhaps perhaps the young man was not guilty after all," said Celia. Lady Gridborough shook her head. "I'm afraid he was, my dear," she said, with a sigh and a shrug.
It was not because of the cheque that Lady Gridborough cut me just now I'm not sure that she knows anything about it but for something else she thinks me guilty of; something worse than forgery, something unutterably mean and base Oh, I've got to tell you!" "Not now," said Celia, resolutely.
Lady Gridborough looked up, laughed, and wiped her eyes. "Good morning, my dear," she said; "you've come just in time to enjoy a little comedy." She nodded at the young man and the frisking pony. "Turk took it into his head to bolt just now, coming down the hill there. I suppose it was only his fun, but we ran up on to the path, the cart overturned " "Oh! Are you hurt?" demanded Celia, anxiously.
Dexter, as well as Lady Gridborough, between tears and smiles. Mr. Douglas, holding back Roddy, who was making frantic efforts to follow the carriage; but Derrick's eyes were fixed on his father. In due course how ecstatically happy was that course! Derrick and Celia reached the ranch. On the steps stood Donna Elvira, his mother, awaiting them, with a kind of proud patience.
Of course, Lady Gridborough and Reggie had been invited to the breakfast, which was disposed of somewhat hurriedly; for there was a train to catch.
"What are you talking about now? What operation?" "Holding your tongue, dear Lady Gridborough," said Reggie. "Though not fatal, it is always painful; but you really must perform it on this occasion for Miss Grant's sake, to say nothing of mine." As the jingle drove on, Derrick and Celia stood watching it in silence.
"I'll tell you directly," he replied, "as soon as I've persuaded this pony that we've finished the trick act." "Celia!" called Lady Gridborough from the bank. "Come here at once. What does this mean? Do you know that young man? You greet each other as if you were life-long friends!" "Well, we're not quite that," said Celia, laughing. "We've met at the British Museum. He is a novelist."
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