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Updated: October 28, 2025
Did I understand you to say, sir, that you were present at the marriage of Agnes Hedworth, and that, too, with the brother of Admiral Bluewater?" "Of that fact, there can be no question, madam. I and others will testify to it. The marriage took place in London, in the summer of 1725, while Blakely and myself were up from Portsmouth, on leave.
Dutton was the mother of a girl but three months old, at the time this little stranger was left on her hands. A few weeks later her own child died; and having waited several months in vain for tidings from the Hedworth family, she had the surviving infant christened by the same name as that borne by her own daughter, and soon came to love it, as much, perhaps, as if she had borne it.
She did not believe that he had loved any woman since; he had nearly exhausted his capacity for loving when he met her. And at the same time she was distinctly conscious that if the two men stood before her she should spring to Hedworth.
When she met Hedworth she was as free of fancy and of heart as if she had but stepped from a convent. "Yes, I was in love once " she admitted to him one evening as they sat alone. She blushed as she tripped at the word "before." Hedworth had made no declaration as yet; they were still playing with electricity, and content with sparks. "At least, I thought I was. All girls have their love freaks.
As it lacked one minute to four when Hedworth Westerling, chief of staff in name as well as power now, alighted from the gray automobile that turned in at the Galland drive, the chauffeur thought well enough of himself to forget the crush of supplies and ambulances that had delayed His Excellency's car for at least ninety seconds in the main street of the town.
In the strong, youthful figures set in the universal type of military mould it might have been a regiment of any one of many nations' but the tint of its uniform was the brown of the nine hundred regiments that prepared for war against the gray of the fifteen hundred under Hedworth Westerling.
Hedworth dominated her, had taken her love rather than asked for it, and, although he was jealous and exacting, she was haunted by the traditions of man's mutability, and studied her resources as it had never occurred to her to study them before.
I told 'em my grandfather Hedworth was an admiral, and a good one, too." "In that you made a small mistake. Your mother's father was only a general; but his father was a full admiral of the red, for he lived before that grade was abolished and as good an officer as ever trod a plank. He was my mother's brother, and both Sir Gervaise and myself served long under his orders.
"Never, sir," replied Hugo dryly. "It comes natural to me!" In the reception-room, where he awaited the despatch of his card, Hedworth Westerling caught a glimpse of his person in a panel glass so convenient as to suggest that an adroit hotel manager might have placed it there for the delectation of well-preserved men of forty-two.
"Is it true, then, that all we women want is love, and that it is as welcome in one attractive frame as another? That it is not Hedworth I love, but what he gives me? Now that I even suspect this, can I be happy? Will that ghost always look over his shoulder?" She was a woman of sound practical sense, and had no intention of risking her happiness by falling a victim to her imagination.
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