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Taking the initiative, as if such a course was incumbent, Lord Huntingford placed his cribbage-board on a table and drew up chairs for both; with equal politeness the proffered seat was accepted, Hugh registering inwardly a determination to force high stakes, and, if possible, recoup the losses of the young officers.
"I am an American, Lord Huntingford," spoken easily, his pride showing only by a perceptible lift of the head; "and my ancestors were not Tories in the Revolution. Relationship, if any, would be er distant. I claim none." "A trifle strained," admitted his Lordship, laughing disagreeably.
"Know myself?" she laughed. "Like a book." "Could you love this island if you were here alone?" "Well, I suppose not," she said, calculatively. "It would not be the same, you know." "Don't you know why you feel as you do about this God-forsaken land, Tennys Huntingford?" he demanded, suddenly drawing very near to her, his burning eyes bent upon hers. "Don't you know why you are happy here?"
The ball was in the statue gallery illumined on this night in the Russian fashion, which while it diffused a brilliant light throughout the beautiful chamber, was peculiarly adapted to develope the contour of the marble forms of grace and loveliness that were ranged around. "Where is Arabella?" enquired Lord Marney of his mother, "I want to present young Huntingford to her.
"I am ready to make friendly overtures," she said gaily. "Isn't there some such thing as a treaty which requires a strong power to protect its weaker ally in time of stress?" "You mean that we may still be friends in spite of all that happened last night?" he cried. She nodded her head and smiled, and he shook her hand as only an impulsive American would. "But Lord Huntingford?
"Do, my dear creature; speak to him; he is very much guided by your opinion. Tell him everybody is laughing at him, and any other little thing that occurs to you." "I will come directly," said Lady Marney to her husband, "only let me see this." "Well, I will bring Huntingford here. Mind you speak to him a great deal; take his arm, and go down to supper with him if you can.
He was not there and she was conscious of a guilty depression. She was sitting with Hugh and Lady Huntingford when, long afterward, Veath approached. "I'd like a word with you, Hugh," he said after the greetings, "when the ladies have gone below." "It is getting late and I am really very tired," said Grace. It was quite dark, or they could have seen that her face was pale and full of concern.
The north-east window contains stained glass to the memory of Bishop Huntingford. There is also an old effigy supposed to represent St. John the Baptist.
At this moment the tall, lank form of Lord Huntingford approached. He was peering intently at the people in the chairs as he passed them, plainly searching for some one. "There is Lord Huntingford looking for you," said Hugh, rising. He saw a trace of annoyance in her face as she also arose. "I overheard him telling the captain that Lady Huntingford your mother plays a miserable game of crib."
Hugh and Lady Huntingford were hurrying toward them. "What's wrong?" asked Veath, alarmed by the agitation of the two soldiers. "Captain Shadburn estimates that we are two hundred miles out of our course, away to the south. It's impossible to get our bearings without the sun, and the Lord only knows where we're running to," said Hamilton, holding to the door casing.
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