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"They can be got up in a day if people choose, with a special license; which, of course, you will have," said the dowager. "I'll arrange things, my dear Val; leave it all to me. I intend Maude to be married in the little chapel." "What little chapel?" "Your own private chapel." Lord Hartledon stared with all his eyes.
"Nancy's secret to-night, when you interrupted us, was telling me of a dream she had regarding Lord Hartledon, and of how she mistook Mr. Elster for him the morning he came down," cried the latter. "And if you have really been listening at the shutters since you went out, Mrs.
"I can't bear to hear him spoken of, my lord," she said. "He we look upon him as my poor boy's murderer," she broke off, with a sob; "and it is not likely that I could." Not very logical; but Lord Hartledon allowed for confusion of ideas following on distress of mind. "I don't like to speak about him any more than you can like to hear," he said kindly.
Lord Hartledon went downstairs and into the library, just as he had done the evening before the christening. And Lady Hartledon was certain the same man awaited him there. Ringing the nursery-bell, she took off her slippers, unseen, and hid them under a chair. "Remain here with the children," was her order to the nurse who appeared, as she shut the woman into the room.
"Well, it's done and over, and need not be brought up again," returned Hartledon, a shade of annoyance in his tones. "Certainly not. I have no wish or right to bring it up. How is Lady Hartledon?" "She is very well. And now what has kept you away, Carr? We have been in London nearly a fortnight, and you've never been near me. I thought you were going to quarrel."
What on earth I shall do, I don't know. I might sail for some remote land and convert myself into a savage, where I should never be found or recognized; there's no other escape for me." "How much does Miss Ashton know of this?" "Nothing. I had a letter from her this morning, more kindly than her letters have been of late." "Lord Hartledon!" exclaimed Mr. Carr, in startled tones.
But I quietly wrote a note myself, and Bob came. He looked ill, and gets worse instead of better." "What do you mean by saying he is going into a way?" asked Lord Hartledon. "Consumption, or something of that sort. Papa died of it. You are not angry with me for having Bob?" "Angry! My dear Maude, the house is yours; and if poor Bob stayed with us for ever, I should welcome him as a brother.
He had a tender conscience, and his past follies were pressing on it heavily. Of one thing he felt sure that he was more deeply involved than Hartledon or anyone else suspected, perhaps even himself. The way was charming in fine weather, though less pleasant in winter. It was by no means a frequented road, and belonged of right to Lord Hartledon only; but it was open to all.
There was but one person to be seen in the road and it was Lord Hartledon." "Oh!" said Mr. Gum, cynically, after a moment of natural surprise. "Come out of his vault for a morning walk past your window, Mrs. "Vault! I mean young Lord Hartledon, Gum." Mr. Gum was a little taken back.
Not altogether impatient at the wary fish, but in his own mental restlessness. The fishing-rod was carried in his hand in pieces; and he splashed along, in a brown study, on the wet ground, flinging himself over the ha-ha with an ungracious movement. Some one was approaching across the park from the house, and Lord Hartledon walked on to a gate, and waited there for him to come up.
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