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Yes I do, I believe him. You are in love with the man, and that's why you don't marry his son " "Look here, mother," Brigit's temper was rising fast. "Answer one question quietly, will you? Do you believe what Gerald Carron told you about me and Joyselle?" And Lady Kingsmead, whose hysterical excitement was now well beyond control, screamed out that she did believe it. Brigit rose. "Very well.
A huge fire burned under the splendid carved chimney-piece, and Brigit, turning from the cool moonlight to the interior, watched it with a certain sense of artistic pleasure. It was a dear old house, Kingsmead, and with money oh, yes, oh, yes, money! When Tommy was grown, what kind of a man would he be? She shuddered.
Doctor Kingsmead said nothing about his adventures until he had made a hearty meal and grown cooler. Then he began to talk cheerily. "Something for you to cook, Bostock," he said; "they'll make a pleasant change after so much tinned and salt meat." "Where did you shoot those?" asked Carey. "Up yonder in the open forest under one of the trees, not far from the river.
In March he had gone to Monte Carlo to see her mother, who was visiting there, and Lady Kingsmead had told her afterwards that he had been wretched all during his stay.
When Lady Kingsmead had spoken, he cleared his throat and began hurriedly: "Antoinette my my wife is dead." "Good Lord, Gerald, how you startled me! Is she really?" "Yes, I I saw her this morning." "Drink?" asked Lady Kingsmead, pleasantly. He frowned. "No. Cancer." "How horrid!" She went to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "You look ill, poor dear. What is the matter?
As she spoke dinner was announced, and while they went down the passage to the dining-room at the tail of the little procession, he answered with a laugh, "Oh, afterwards a child could eat out of his hand. He is honey and milk, nectar and ambrrrrosia!" The dinner was noisy. Lady Kingsmead always shrieked, as did Mrs.
The captain had not been one-half so busy before during the voyage, and his eyes were everywhere, seeing that there was nothing left loose; but he found time twice over to go below to where Doctor Kingsmead was seated by his patient's cot watching anxiously for every change, the poor lad evidently suffering keenly from the furnace-like heat. "How is he, Kingsmead?" asked the captain, anxiously.
She shook her head with much gravity and then read what he had written: "Wanted, by the Earl of Kingsmead, a tutor. Oxford man preferred. Must be fond of sport, particularly ratting and cricket." "Do you think it's all right?" he asked, as he read it. "Y yes only there isn't any 'k' in 'particularly. But I think we'd better ask someone, little brother.
You have led me a dog's life for years; you prevented my getting on in my career, because it amused you to have me dangling about " Lady K. Oh, Gerald, will you ever forget that horrible winter when you went to India? No, Tony! That much is quite impossible! Lady K. The awful cables you used to send me? Heavens, how I cried every night, Gerry! And how horrid Kingsmead was that year! So jealous.
To her surprise the door was open, and crossing the little ante-chamber the two women went into the sitting-room. Lying on his face by the fireplace, in which red ashes still glowed, Gerald Carron lay dead, a revolver near him, his face in a small pool of blood. Lady Kingsmead fainted dead away for once in her life, dropping in a huddled heap near the man she had loved and unloved.
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