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William," I cried to the retreating figure of our portly and aristocratic butler. "Where's Harry?" "Captain Harry, sir, is in the armoury. Any message, sir?" "No! it is all right, William. I shall go along in and see him." I went down the corridor, to the most ancient part of Hazelmere House; the old armoury, with its iron-studded oaken doors and its suggestion of spooks and goblins.
The blood rushed from my face to my heart and seemed as if it would burst that great, throbbing organ: My eyes scanned the notice. "News has been telegraphed that the Earl of Brammerton and Hazelmere died suddenly of heart failure at his country residence, Hazelmere.
"I clasped Fred's hand and I thanked him for what he had done for me that day, right in the teeth of the Russian guns. "'Freddy, old chap, you're a trump, I said, 'and, if ever I be blessed with an heir to Brammerton and Hazelmere, I would wish nothing better than that he should marry a Granton.
She took some of the water in her hand, sprinkled the lake with it, and called it Hazelmere. They bore a little to the right, and proceeded till they found a creek shaped like a wedge, at whose broad end shone an arch of foliage studded with flowers, and the sparkling blue water peeped behind.
As I grew from babyhood to boyhood, from boyhood to youth, it was drummed into me by my father that Lady Rosemary Granton, some day, would wed the future Earl of Brammerton and Hazelmere. This apparently awful calamity did not cause me any mental agony or loss of sleep, for the reason that I was merely The Honourable George, second son of my noble parent.
"It is getting near to breakfast-time; so, if George, Earl of Brammerton and Hazelmere, Storekeeper at Golden Crescent, runs over home and listens very attentively while he is burning his porridge and boiling his tea, he may hear of what happened to that sweet, little maid."
And now, poor old Hazelmere was undergoing a process of renovation such as it had not experienced since the occasion of a Royal visit some twenty years before: not a room in the house where one could feel perfectly safe, save the library: washing, scrubbing, polishing and oiling in anticipation of a rousing week-end House Party in honour of this wonderful, chameleon-like, Lady Rosemary's first visit; when her engagement with Harry would be formally announced to the inquisitive, fashionable world of which she was a spoiled child.
"'And nothing would please me so much, Harry, old boy, as that a maid of Granton should wed a Brammerton, he answered earnestly. "'Then it's a go, said I, full of enthusiasm. "'It's a go, Harry. "And we raised our winecups, such as they were. "'Your daughter, Fred! "'Your heir, Harry! "'The future Earl and Countess of Brammerton and Hazelmere, we chimed together.
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