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"Sir Leslie divined my wishes," she answered. "He knew that it was my wish to spend several months away from everybody, and, if possible, unrecognized. Perhaps I had better make my confession at once. My name is not Mrs. Handsell. I am the Duchess of Lenchester." Mannering stood as though turned to stone. The woman watched him eagerly. She waited for him to speak in vain.
"And Sir Leslie Borrowdean?" "I think you may take it for granted," Mannering remarked, dryly, "that we shall see no more of him." The girl leaned back and sighed. "Uncle, what is it that makes you such a hermit?" she asked. "Age, perhaps, and experience," he answered, lightly. "There are not many people in the world, Clara, who are worth while!" "Mrs. Handsell was worth while," she murmured.
Mannering did not reply. "And Sir Leslie Borrowdean," she continued, "was more than just worth while. I think that he was delightful." "Very young ladies, and very old ones," Mannering remarked, grimly, "generally like Borrowdean." "And what about Mrs. Handsell?" she asked, with a spice of malice in her tone. "Mrs. Handsell," Mannering answered, coolly, "was a very charming woman.
"Not a bit of it," continued Captain Handsell, who by this time was getting somewhat Brisk with his afternoon's Punch. "Hang it, who's afraid? I like thee, lad. I'm off my bargain, and don't care a salt herring if I'm a loser by a few broad pieces in not sticking to it.
A wild shot from Clara's partner a few minutes later resulted in a scattering of the little party, searching for the ball. For the first time Borrowdean found himself near Mrs. Handsell. "I must have a few words with you before I go back," he said, nonchalantly. "Say that you would like to try my motor car," she answered. "What do you want here?" "I came to see Mannering." "Poor Mannering!"
Slim and erect, with a long, graceful neck, and a carriage of the head which somehow suggested the environment of a court, Mrs. Handsell was distinctly, even from a distance, a pleasant person to look upon. He nodded approvingly. "Yes, she is good-looking," he admitted. "Is she a neighbour of yours?" "She has taken a house within a hundred yards of ours," Clara Mannering answered.
He had taken handsell of his price, and went to France, either to complete the bargain or else to trade with Mazarin. I leave to your majesty to determine which." The king moved uneasily in his chair. He shunned the governor's searching eye, and affected to be watching a ship in the offing, of which a view was commanded by his casement.
And that I was in no danger of being again given up to the villains Cadwallader and Talmash, or their Instrument Gnawbit, was clear, I think, from what Captain Handsell told me: That the Person bringing the letter the Pardon itself being in the hands of a King's Messenger had the appearance, although dressed in a lay habit, of being a Foreign Ecclesiastic.
She was pale, and her lips were quivering, but she was splendidly handsome. "What sort of a man are you, Lawrence Mannering?" she asked, steadily. "You play at idealism, you asked me to marry you. Yet all the time there was this background." "It was madness," he admitted. "But remember it was Mrs. Handsell whom I asked to be my wife." "What difference does that make?
They struck a Bargain, and short was the Time before Ruin came swooping down on Captain Handsell. He had gone into the Channel trade; and they must needs have him exchequered for smuggling brandies and lace from St. Malo's.
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