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But then, perhaps the old woman was lying. "Now I'll tell you what I want you to do," said Mrs. Jones, who was resolved that if the game were not landed it should not be her fault. "We go from here to Killancodlem next week. You must come and join us." "I've got to go and grouse at Stranbracket's," said Lord Giblet, happy in an excuse. "It couldn't be better.
The Leger this year was to be run on the 14th September, and while Lord Silverbridge was amusing himself with the deer at Crummie-Toddie and at Killancodlem with the more easily pursued young ladies, the indefatigable Major was hard at work in the stables. This came a little hard on him.
No; if I do go to Perim I think that I shall manage to go alone." "If you don't love her, Captain De Baron, don't marry her." "There's Giblet doing very well, you know; and I calculate I could spend a good deal of my time at Curry Hall. Perhaps if we made ourselves useful, they would ask us to Killancodlem. I should manage to be a sort of factotum to old Jones. Don't you think it would suit me?"
But just when a day was of vital importance, when it was essential that there should be a strong party for a drive, Silverbridge found it absolutely necessary that he should go over to Killancodlem. "She has gone," said Nidderdale. "Who the is she?" asked Silverbridge, almost angrily. "Everybody knows who she is," said Popplecourt.
Montacute Jones had her own telegraph-wire at Killancodlem. "Can this be true? We are all so miserable. I do hope it is not much." From which he learned that his misfortune was already known to all his friends. And now what was he to do?
"No; you will not fly back again now; but was I, or was I not, justified when you came to Killancodlem in thinking that my lover had come there?" "How can I tell? It is my own justification I am thinking of." "I see all that. But we cannot both be justified.
Then they talked about Grex, and Killancodlem, about Gerald and the shooting, about Mary's love for Tregear, and about the work of the coming Session. On all these subjects they were comfortable and confidential, Miss Boncassen's name never having been as yet so much as mentioned. But still the real work was before her.
Has there been reason for such expectations?" "Yes; there has." "There has!" "I thought of it, not knowing myself; before I had seen you. You shall know it all if you will only say that you love me." "I should like to know it all first." "You do know it all; almost. I have told you that she knows what I said to you at Killancodlem. Is not that enough?" "And she approves!"
But a glance at the place would suffice to show that Killancodlem was not intended for sport. It was a fine castellated mansion, with beautiful though narrow grounds, standing in the valley of the Archay River, with a mountain behind and the river in front. Between the gates and the river there was a public road on which a stage-coach ran, with loud-blown horns and the noise of many tourists.
"Then be a Montacute Jones-ite; or a Boncassenite, if, as is possible, you prefer a young woman to an old one." At this moment Isabel Boncassen was standing close to them. "Killancodlem against Crummie-Toddie for ever!" said Miss Boncassen, waving her handkerchief. As a matter of course a messenger was sent back to Crummie-Toddie for the young lord's wearing apparel.
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