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He began beating the bars with the thin end of the rod, and broke it! "That's the way you use your fishing-rods," cried the free, pleasant voice of the new-comer. "I shouldn't mind being appointed purveyor of tackle to your lordship." The stranger was an active little man, older than Hartledon; his features were thin, his eyes dark and luminous. I think you have heard his name Thomas Carr.
"You said he had come in;" and the angry woman faced round on Captain Dawkes. "You saw them going into their rooms, you said. Which was it you did, or you didn't?" "I did see Carteret make his appearance; and assumed that Lord Hartledon had gone on to his room," replied the captain, suppressing a laugh. "I am sorry to have misled your ladyship. I dare say Hart is about the house somewhere."
He caught the name Kattle; and being a somewhat singular name, he recognised it for that of the lady who had been sojourning at Cannes, and had sent the news of Miss Ashton's supposed engagement to the countess-dowager. There was the usual babble on both sides where each was staying, had been staying, would be staying; and then Lord Hartledon heard the following words from Mrs. Kattle.
Let what would betide, Lady Kirton never failed to enjoy her dinner. She had a scheme in her head; it had been working there since the day of her grandson's death; and when the servants withdrew, she judged it expedient to disclose it to Hartledon, hoping to gain her point, now that he was softened by sorrow.
"It's a horrid custom for young men, this sitting long after dinner. If he gets into it But you must see to that, and stop it, if ever you reign at Hartledon. I dare say he's smoking." "If ever I reign at Hartledon which I am not likely to do I'll take care not to wait tea for any one, as you have made me wait for it this evening," was Maude's rejoinder, spoken with apathy.
As he passed the waste ground and Pike's shed, he cast his eyes towards it; a curl of smoke was ascending from the extemporized chimney, still discernible in the twilight. It occurred to Lord Hartledon that this man, who had the character of being so lawless, had been rather suspiciously intimate with the man Gorton.
You you I can't find words that I should not be ashamed of; but Hamlet's mother, in the play, was nothing to it." "It is some time since I read the play," returned Hartledon, controlling his temper under an assumption of indifference. "If my memory serves me, the 'funeral baked meats did coldly furnish forth the marriage table. My late wife has been dead eighteen months, Lady Kirton."
"I will," eagerly spoke young Carteret, who had been, as was remarked, one of those on land, and was wild to be handling the oars. "If Dawkes will let me have his skiff, I'll bet you ten to five you are distanced again, Hartledon." Perhaps Lord Hartledon had not thought his challenge would be taken seriously.
"I have thought since we married, Maude, that you did not much care for me." Maude made no immediate answer. She was looking out straight before her, her head on his shoulder, and Lord Hartledon saw that tears were glistening in her eyes. "Yes, I do," she said at length; and as she spoke she felt very conscious that she was caring for him.
"Then why doesn't he appear?" stormed the dowager. "Pretty behaviour this, to keep us all waiting dinner. I shall tell him so. Val Elster, ring for Hedges." Val rang the bell. "Has Lord Hartledon come in?" he asked, when the butler appeared. "No, sir." "And dinner's spoiling, isn't it, Hedges?" broke in the dowager. "It won't be any the better for waiting, my lady." "No.
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