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But do you know that Lord Hartledon may not choose to retain you as a tenant?" "If Lord Hartledon should think of ousting me, I would ask Mr. Elster to intercede, in requital for the good turn I've done him this day," was the bold answer. Mr. Elster laughed. "What is your name?" "Tom Pike." "I hear a great deal said of you, Pike, that's not pleasant; that you are a poacher, and a "
There was nothing very obvious to betray mental apprehension; and Maude had certainly dismissed the past, so far, from her mind. Not again had Val gone down to Hartledon. With the exception of that short visit of a day or two, already recorded, he had not been there since his marriage. He would not go: his wife, though she had her way in most things, could not induce him to go.
Possibly the late Lord Hartledon had made some covert and degrading marriage; leaving an obscure child who possessed legal rights, and might yet claim them. A romantic, far-fetched idea, you will say; but she could think of no other that was in the least feasible.
He had sat silent throughout, a little apart, his face somewhat turned from them, as though the business did not concern him. "And now I will relate to you what more I know of Gordon," resumed Mr. Carr, moving his chair nearer the detective, and so partially screening Lord Hartledon. "He was in London last year, employed by Kedge and Reck, of Gray's Inn, to serve writs.
"And he is not a poacher and a snarer, and I don't know what all, leading a lawless life, and thieving for his living?" exclaimed Lord Hartledon, the first question that rose to the surface, amidst the many that were struggling in his mind. "I don't believe the man has touched the worth of a pin belonging to any one since he came here, even on your preserves.
"My lady ordered me to ride it." At this juncture Lady Hartledon appeared on the scene, ready for her drive. She had intended to take her little son with her as she generally did but the child boisterously demanded that he should ride the pony for once, and she weakly yielded.
And so his days went on in the society of the two women at Hartledon; and if he found himself oppressed with ennui at first, he subsided into a flirtation with Maude, and forgot care. Elster's folly! He was not hearing from Anne, for it was thought better that even notes should not pass out of the Rectory.
Ashton, who had seen the approach, also hurried out. There had been some accident in the Park, the man said. The pony had swerved and thrown little Lord Elster: thrown him right under the other pony's feet, as it seemed. The servant made rather a bungle over his news, but this was its substance. "And the result? Is he much hurt?" asked Lord Hartledon, constraining his voice to calmness.
"I shall not write to him," cried Hartledon, feeling a sudden heat upon his face, "or to any one else." "Here's Maude. Step this way, Maude. Hartledon wants the ceremony to take place on Saturday, and I have promised for you." Lady Maude advanced; she had really come in by accident; her head was bent, her eyelashes rested on her flushed cheeks. A fair prize; very, very fair!
Good boatman though he was, he rarely cared to spend his strength superfluously, when nothing was to be gained by it, and had no fancy to row his skiff back to its moorings, as most of the others were already doing with theirs. He leaped out. "Any one but you, Hartledon, would be glad to come out of that tilting thing, and enjoy a rest, and get your face cool," cried the countess-dowager.
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