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I only wish to ascertain where he is, if that be possible. Any one bringing me this information privately will find it well worth his while." He went forth into the busy streets again, sick at heart; and upon reaching his chambers wrote a note for a detective officer, and put some business into his hands. Meanwhile Lord Hartledon remained in London.
My sin was finding me out; I wondered how he had found it out; I did not ask, and did not know for years. I wrote back saying I would willingly take all expenses upon myself; and inquired what sum would be required by the asylum to which he said she must be sent. He mentioned two hundred a-year, and from that time I paid it regularly." "And was she really insane?" interrupted Lady Hartledon.
"I don't want to talk about Bob yet; I have to talk to you," she said. "Percival, why did you practise that deceit upon me?" "What deceit?" "It was a downright falsehood; and made me look awfully foolish when I came here and spoke of it as a fact. That action." Lord Hartledon made no reply. Here was one cause of his disinclination to meet his wife having to keep up the farce of Dr.
Ashton, whose company he liked, and took his departure about six o'clock. "You and Anne might almost walk up with me," he remarked to the doctor as he shook hands; for the Rector and Miss Ashton were to dine at Hartledon that day. It was to have been the crowning festival to the boat-race the race which now had not taken place.
Val drew himself up and approached her, his wife still on his arm. "Madam," said he, in reply to her question, "this is my wife, Lady Hartledon." The dowager's gauzes made acquaintance with the carpet in so elaborate a curtsey as to savour of mockery, but her eyes were turned up to the ceiling; not a word or look gave she to the young lady.
Seated before a table, he was playing at that delectable game "solitaire;" and his eyes looked large and wild with surprise, and his cheeks became hectic, when Lord Hartledon entered. "Bob, my dear fellow, I am glad to see you." He took his hands and sat down, his face full of the concern he did not care to speak.
Mirrable had been upper maid at Hartledon for years and years, and was privileged. "Mr. Percival! Is it your ghost, sir?" "I think it's myself, Mirrable." "My goodness! But, sir, how did you get here?" "You may well ask. I ought to have been here last night, but got out at some obscure junction to obtain a light for my cigar, and the train went on without me.
The girl it was no other than Miss Rebecca Jones shrank away when she recognized her antagonist. Flying through the gate she rapidly disappeared up the street. Lord Hartledon reached the house, and made his way in without ceremony. At a table in the little parlour sat the clerk's wife, presiding at a solitary tea-table by the light of a candle. "How are you, Mrs. Gum?"
Ashton, who had visited the sick man, himself read the service, which caused some wonder in Calne. And the following week Lord Hartledon caused the shed to be cleared away, and the waste land ploughed; saying he would have no more tramps encamping next door to Mr. and Mrs. Gum. Again the years went on, bringing not altogether comfort to the house of Hartledon.
I don't know a thing, as connected with this business, against a mortal soul. It's true, my lord." "Perhaps, then, you will leave this room," said Lord Hartledon. "I'm going. And many thanks to your lordship for not having turned me from it before, and for letting me have my say. Thanks to you, sir," he added, as he went out of the room and passed Hedges, who was waiting in the hall.
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