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And Lady Hartledon stood and gazed after him as one in a dream. Thomas Carr was threading his way through the mazy precincts of Gray's Inn, with that quick step and absorbed manner known only, I think, to the busy man of our busy metropolis. He was on his way to make some inquiries of a firm of solicitors, Messrs. Kedge and Reck, strangers to him in all but name.
"I'll send a message to him," decided Lady Kirton, ringing rather fiercely. A servant appeared. "Tell Lord Hartledon we are waiting tea for him." "His lordship's not in, my lady." "Not in!" "He went out directly after dinner, as soon as he had taken coffee." "Oh," said the countess-dowager.
I struck into a tangled sort of pathway through the gorse, or whatever it's called down here, and it brought me out near the river. His lordship was just sculling down, and then I knew it was some one else had gone by the lodge, and not him. Perhaps it was your lordship?" "You knew it was Lord Hartledon in the boat? I mean, you recognized him? You did not mistake him for me?"
May heaven forgive you, Hartledon!" "Why, what have I done? What harm will it do?" exclaimed the astonished man. He would have approached her, but she warned him from her piteously with her hands. She was at the upper end of the room, and he near the door, so that she could not leave it without passing him. Hedges came in, and stood staring in the same wondering astonishment as his master.
God bless and comfort another who is dear to you! and believe me with true undying remorse your once attached friend, "Hartledon." It was a curious letter to write; but men of Lord Hartledon's sensitive temperament in regard to others' feelings often do strange things; things the world at large would stare at in their inability to understand them.
Having been familiar with Hartledon and its inmates all his life, he had as little compassion for those who were not so, as he would have had for a man who did not understand that Garchester was in England. "The present Earl of Hartledon," said he, shortly. "In his father's lifetime and the old lord lived to see Mr. George buried he was Lord Elster.
Why don't you begin?" "Because I shall prove myself worse than a fool. You'll despise me to your heart's core. Carr, I think I shall go mad!" "Tell me the cause first, and go mad afterwards. Come, Val; I am your true friend." "I have made an offer of marriage to two women," said Hartledon, desperately plunging into the revelation. "Never was such a born idiot in the world as I have been.
For two months each had been dutifully striving to forget the other, and believed they were succeeding; and this first accidental meeting roused up the past in all its fever of passion. No more conscious of what he did than if he had been in a dream, Lord Hartledon held out his hand; and she, quite as unconscious, mechanically met it with hers.
"Tell me the reason, and perhaps I will; not otherwise." "I will tell it you another time. Trust me, I have a good one. What is it, Hedges?" The butler had come up to his master in the unobtrusive manner of a well-trained servant, and was waiting an opportunity to speak. He said a word in Lord Hartledon's ear, and Lady Hartledon saw a shiver of surprise run through her husband.
Lady Hartledon looked back on her fleeting triumph; a triumph at the time certainly, but a short one. It had not fulfilled its golden promises: that sort of triumph perhaps never does. It had been followed by ennui, repentance, dissatisfaction with her husband, and it had resulted in a very moonlight sort of happiness, which had at length centred only in the children. The children!
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