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"The county has bought it for a lunatic asylum, I hear from Jawkins," said the wit grimly. "Where is the Duke of Richmond?" asked Geoffrey. "Still in Russia?" "Giving boxing lessons," said Dacre. The rest of the ride was made in silence. They went down through a valley naturally fertile. None of the large older houses seemed to be occupied, but were falling into waste.
She was dependent upon her engagement with Mr. Jawkins for her means of support. These wages and the royalty she derived from the sale of her photographs were her sole income. She could not afford to offend him, and she well knew he would keep his word. But her desire for revenge would not brook considerations of policy. Rather than abandon her plan she was resolved to break with him.
"You are forever my sovereign." He kissed her hand. She blushed sweetly, and turning said, "Enough of the past and its customs. We each have a present to face, and mine for the nonce is Jawkins. He must need my directions." Thus it happened that when Lord Brompton next entered the porter's lodge in which he dwelt, he was girded with the sword of his ancestors.
When she had informed him on their arrival that Lord Brompton was living in the neighborhood, and that she meant to invite him to dinner very soon, the shrewd old man smiled grimly, and acquiesced in her plan. As her father sat musing before the fire, the door opened suddenly, and Maggie bounded into the room. "Has Jawkins arrived, papa?" she asked.
But we can warn the neighbourhood that the person whom they and Jawkins admire is an impostor. We apply the Snob test to him, and try whether he is conceited and a quack, whether pompous and lacking humility whether uncharitable and proud of his narrow soul? How does he treat a great man how regard a small one?
Oswald Carey was that close observer. "A four-in-hand is all very well for those that like it," observed Mr. Windsor to the Duke, "but give me a box buggy and a span of long-tailed horses. Are you off to-day, Jawkins?" "Yes; the Prince has sent telegrams at twenty-minute intervals all through the morning, and in the latest one he began to swear.
"This, your Majesty, was handed to me by President Bagshaw himself, to give to Mrs. Carey, as his private agent." King George looked over it hastily, and then rising, paced nervously up and down the room. Jawkins kept silence. After some minutes the King stopped in his walk. "Well if this be true Mrs. Carey is an agreeable woman. Suppose I chose, without trusting her, to permit her company "
If this was all that Jawkins had wherewith to prejudice her with the King, she need not fear the astute manager. But she could not feel wholly free from dread. She was aware that Jarley Jawkins was not a man to be trifled with. She went down to the parlor where the royal reception was to be held, so as to be in time to receive her own guests. It was early, and no one had yet arrived.
All the years of her debasement came to her memory with a new sting to her wounded pride, and she swept on, ignoring him. "Come, come, Eleanor among old friends, this won't do, you know. Give me your hand. Let's see what's the price to kiss it now? It used to cost five shillings." And Jawkins imprinted an attempted kiss, clumsily, upon the palm of the hand. "When do you leave the court?
"The American divorce laws are very lax, they say," Jawkins went on, "and if the King were to marry her " "Marry her!" thundered the King; "God, man, what do you mean?" "If I proved to your Majesty that such was her aim?" "She should leave the court this instant." "Will your Majesty permit me to send for her?" Jawkins rang the bell for a messenger.
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