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I took a great fancy to him on the few occasions I met him; and I felt deeply sorry for his misfortunes. But there will be no lack of money when he and Miss Falconer are married, for her father is immensely rich, I believe. It would be very nice for all of us if Lord Highcliffe settled at the Villa; and I have an idea that Mr. Falconer has bought it for them."
The colour rose to Ida's face, the hand which held the screen shook. "And they they are going to be married soon?" asked she. "I don't know, I suppose not," replied Mr. Wordley, as he bent over his memoranda again; "Lord Highcliffe has disappeared, left England. No one seems to quite know where he has gone.
The tall figure in its deep mourning dress silenced them for the moment. Griffenberg signed Stafford to a seat beside him. "I am sure we can tell Lord Highcliffe that we are glad to see him, that we are much obliged for his attendance." Some few said "Hear! hear!" but the rest were silent and watchful. As Griffenberg spoke the door opened again and Ralph Falconer entered.
I am not sure that it would be a good investment; but if you've a fancy for it, I will enquire into the matter. Yes; certainly you can buy if you want to do so." Long after he had gone Ida sat, leaning forward in her chair and gazing at the fire. Stafford was now Lord Highcliffe, a peer, but poor and a wanderer. She started: was it really he whom she had seen on the cattle steamer?
Stafford waved them to their seats and took a chair at the table, and Falconer, with a straight underlip, and eyes half concealed by their thick lids, spoke for the others. "Very sorry we cannot leave you in peace for a little longer, Lord Highcliffe," he said. "But I am quite sure you would have blamed us had we done so.
There was a moment of awful suspense, then the music sounded like a mockery in the silence all knew, though no word had been spoken, that the great Sir Stephen pardon! the Right Honourable the Earl of Highcliffe was dead. By a stroke, as of Heaven's lightning, the house of joy was turned into the house of mourning.
"I am sure I don't know why the young man should have rushed off to the other end of the world: or why he doesn't rush back again and marry the lady of his heart, who has enough money for both of them, and would make an extremely handsome and stately countess. By the way, have you ever seen the present Lord Highcliffe, my dear?"
He is my dearest and closest friend Stafford Orme, as I always call him and think of him; of course I am speaking of Lord Highcliffe." The problem was solved: he saw her face suddenly flush, and then as suddenly grow pale. So sharp had been the blow, its effect so overwhelming, that her fan fell from her hand.
"We all relied so completely on Sir Stephen I beg pardon, Lord Highcliffe, your father that we feel ourselves helpless now er left in the lurch. The company is in great peril; there has already been heavy loss, and we fear that our property will be swallowed up " "Ask him what Sir Stephen did with all his money!" cried an excited shareholder. "Order!" said Mr. Griffenberg.
But the man declined to be silenced. "Oh, it's all very well to call 'Order! But I've a question to ask. I want to know whether it's true that Sir Stephen blow 'Lord Highcliffe, Sir Stephen's good enough for me! made over a hundred thousand pounds to his son, the young gentleman sitting there.
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