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Lady Kingsmead held out her jewelled hand. "I am very glad that it happened," she said sweetly. "Théo's a dear boy, and seems to make my little girl very happy." "Yes, they seem happy. Ah is this Tommy?" It was. A spick-and-span Tommy, with very wet hair and a nervous smile; a Tommy with cold hands and a curious twitching behind his knees. For he had come to Olympus to see a god.
"He insults me in the most abominable way, the vile little beast, and then you pet him. Bah! mother, you do really make me ill!" Lady Kingsmead turned, amazed. "You are off your head, too! Can't you see he is ill?" But Brigit's anger, nursed all during the drive home, burst out afresh.
Then, suddenly ashamed of herself, the girl had begged her mother's pardon, but Lady Kingsmead was not of those to whom the crowning charm of graceful forgiveness has been vouchsafed, and the battle went on. To end it, Brigit announced her intention of going to stop with her friend Pam de Lensky, and without more ado, or a word of good-bye, had left the house.
The Earl of Kingsmead lay flat on his stomach on the warm, short grass by the carp-pond, and studied therein the ponderous manoeuvres of an ancient fish, believed by the people thereabouts to be something over two hundred years old. Carp had a great charm for Lord Kingsmead; so had electricity; so had toads; so had buns, and stable-boys, and pianolas, and armour, and curates, and chocolates.
He'd be all we should want, but we'd better try for another in case the doctor thinks this one not good to eat." "Oh, yes, try for some more. I wish Doctor Kingsmead were here, though, to help. I wonder where he is now." "Ay. Wonder how he's getting on, and what he has found. There, if that isn't a tempting bait, don't know what is. Line all free?" "Yes."
Most fellows of my age and appearance would be making love to their mothers' friends, but I bar women. Sport," he added solemnly, "for Thomas Edward, Earl of Kingsmead." Carron, who had always disliked the boy, looked at him. "So you bar women? Many other 'men of your appearance' have said the same." It was a nasty thrust, but Tommy, though he felt it, grinned cheerfully.
Carey's hand went to his breast again, where the heavy dull pain continued; but there was no trace of blood, and, satisfied on this point, he crouched there listening to a dull, moaning sound coming from the bottom of the stairs. What did it all mean, and where was Doctor Kingsmead?
Luckily, however, the late Lord Kingsmead, while not possessing enough initiative to do away with the horrors perpetuated by his ancestors, was a man of some taste, and had, by the means of gorgeous Eastern carpets, skilful overhead lighting, and some fine hangings, transformed the place into a very comfortable and livable one.
"Fast!" cried Bostock. "She'll never stir again, sir. Ground her way all among the jagged coral rock, and she's held as fast now as a ship's boat pitched in a sea o' spikes." Doctor Kingsmead made no reply for some little time, while the old sailor waited in vain for him to speak. "Hurt, sir?" he cried at last.
"He'll never go, Bick," complained Tommy that afternoon, after his remarks on Kingsmead. "I even tried smoking the other day, but he had a handkerchief of yours that you left on the hall table, and was so bucked that he barely noticed my iniquity. He is a poisonous person!" "Yes, I certainly preferred Mr. Catt but you didn't like him either." "How could anyone like a fellow named Catt?
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