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Does your father know it, and your sister? Why did they ask me to come here?" "Nobody knows it. But say that you love me, and everyone shall know it at once. Yes; one person knows it. Why did you mention Lady Mabel's name? She knows it." "Did you tell her?" "Yes. I went again to Killancodlem after you were gone, and then I told her." "But why her? Come, Lord Silverbridge.
"Isn't Jack De Baron a friend of yours?" "Yes, I like Jack pretty well. He thinks a great deal of himself, you know." "All the young men do that now. At any rate I'll ask Jack to meet you." Unfortunately for Lord Giblet Jack appeared in sight at this very moment. "Captain De Baron, Lord Giblet has been good enough to say that he'll come to my little place at Killancodlem on the 27th.
Jones should have so much information; and no one could say how or whence she got it. "CURRY HALL, December 12, 187 ." Curry Hall was the name of Mr. Jones' seat in Gloucestershire, whereas, as all the world knew, Killancodlem was supposed to belong to Mrs. Jones herself. "DEAREST LADY GEORGE, We have been here for the last six weeks, quite quiet.
Jones herself," said Popplecourt. "My dear boys," said Silverbridge, "you may be quite sure that when I say that I am going to Killancodlem I mean to go to Killancodlem, and that no chaff about young ladies, which I think very disgusting, will stop me. I shall be sorry if Dobbes's roll of the killed should be lessened by a single hand, seeing that his ambition sets that way.
Of money he rarely spoke, sport being in his estimation the only subject worthy of a man's words. Such was Reginald Dobbes, who was now to be the master of the shooting at Crummie-Toddie. Crummie-Toddie was but twelve miles from Killancodlem, Mrs. Montacute Jones's highland seat; and it was this vicinity which first induced Lord Silverbridge to join the party.
She was very nice, and he liked her uncommonly, but he didn't want to know anything more about her. By George! Was a man to be persecuted this way, because he had once spooned a girl a little too fiercely? As he thought of this he almost plucked up his courage sufficiently to tell Mrs. Jones that she had better pick out some other young man for deportation to Killancodlem.
A mile beyond the Castle was the famous Killancodlem hotel which made up a hundred and twenty beds, and at which half as many more guests would sleep on occasions under the tables. And there was the Killancodlem post-office halfway between the two. At Crummie-Toddie they had to send nine miles for their letters and newspapers.
Considering the amount of slaughter we have perpetrated, I really think that we need not be over anxious." After this nothing further was said. Tregear, who knew that Mabel Grex was still at Killancodlem, had not spoken. In truth Mabel had sent for Lord Silverbridge, and this had been her letter: DEAR LORD SILVERBRIDGE, Mrs.
I am very bad, but I'm just not bad enough to make love to her. Or rather I am very foolish, but just not foolish enough to think that I could win her." "I suppose she's just the same as others, Jack." "She's not just the same to me. But I'd rather not talk about her, Guss. I'm going to Killancodlem in a day or two, and I shall leave this to-morrow!" "To-morrow!" "Well; yes; to-morrow.
Nor was the bright honest face beneath the hat anything to him now; for it was an honest face, though misfortunes which had come had somewhat marred the honesty of the heart. At first the conversation was about indifferent things, Killancodlem and Mrs. Jones, Crummie-Toddie and Reginald Dobbes.
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