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Turning to the sea, she breathed a prayer for the salvation of Grace Vernon, her eyes dimming as she thought of the blithe, cheery girl who had become so dear to her, and who was all the world to Hugh Ridgeway. Her thoughts went then to Lord Huntingford, her husband. There was scant regret in her heart over the fate of the old nobleman.
Taking one of the little ivory pegs, he stuck it in the starting hole at the end of the cribbage-board. Unconsciously, while waiting for the mental move which would determine his future address, Hugh following the other's lead, picked up one and pegged. Then to his infinite relief Lord Huntingford apparently allowed the correction, accepted the alias.
The Tempest Queen carried a merry cargo. The young officers, the Americans and rich pleasure seekers from other lands young and old made up a happy company. Of all on board, but one was despised and loathed by his fellow-travellers Lord Huntingford. Not so much for his manner toward them as for his harsh, bitter attitude toward his young wife.
"I want you to bear witness that Lord Huntingford has promised to keep absolutely quiet about a little altercation of ours, and " The quick gesture of caution from Veath came too late. Lady Huntingford with astonished eyes was gazing into the room at them. Hugh promptly went over to her. "You must pardon me, Lady Huntingford; I am sorry to cause you any pain or annoyance.
The Tempest Queen was nearing the Archipelago, after the stops at Penang and Singapore. At Hong Kong the Manila-bound passengers were to be transferred to one of the small China Sea steamers. The weather had been rough and ugly for many days. Lady Huntingford had not left her stateroom in two days. Grace was with her a greater portion of the time, ministering to her wants gently and untiringly.
"Lord Huntingford included," maliciously. "That is unkind, Hugh. I am ashamed to say it, but I want to forget that he ever lived." "You will have plenty of time to forget all you ever knew before we die. We'll spend the rest of our days in that nigger village back there. If I should die first I suppose you'd forget me in a week or so. It " "Why, Hugh! You know better than that!
Ridge, don't you know?" "Know what?" "You surely know that I am not Lord Huntingford's " "You don't mean to say that you are not his daughter," gasped Hugh, dubious as to her meaning. "I am Lady Huntingford." "His wife?" "His wife." Hugh, too dumbfounded to speak, could do no more than doff his cap as she took the arm of the gray lord and softly said to him: "Good-night, Mr. Ridge."
"Are you sleepy, Mr. Ridge?" she asked. Hugh turned quickly and looked into the face of Lady Huntingford. "Not at all," he replied. "But how strange it seems that you should always appear like the fairy queen when I am most in need of a bracer. Oh, I beg your pardon," he went on, rising in some perturbation. "I forgot that there is a a barrier between us. War has been declared, I fear."
"I am perfectly satisfied here, Hugh," she said tantalizingly. "I've just been thinking that I am safer here." "Safer?" "To be sure, dear. If we live here always there can be no one to disturb us, you know. Has it ever occurred to you that some one else may claim you if we go back to the world? And Lord Huntingford may be waiting for me down at the dock, too.
Out of the confusion of thoughts and impressions that followed her surprising admission, came at last the dim, sleepy understanding of the situation. She had not thought of Lord Huntingford until he mentioned the old nobleman's name.
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