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But she would write to Miss Woppit as soon as ever she reached home she would write a letter that would banish every suspicion of unfeelingness. Then, too, Mary thought of Hoover; what would the big, honest fellow think, to find himself deserted in this emergency without a word of warning? Altogether it was very dreadful. But Mary Lackington was a daughter who did her father's bidding trustingly.
Wilding was gone with Trenchard to White Lackington in a vain hope that there he might find news to confirm his persisting unbelief in any such rashness as was alleged on Monmouth's part. So Blake was forced to wait, but his purpose suffered nothing by delay. Returning on the morrow, he found Mr. Wilding at table with Nick Trenchard, and he cut short the greetings of both men.
Norris, "that he is going abroad." "Indeed, sir," said the servant, with a look of great interest, "I had heard it too, sir; but did not know whether to believe it." Lackington also gave many messages of affection to others of the household, to Piers the bailiff, and a couple of the foresters: and finished by entreating Mr.
You can trust me implicitly." "Will the business take long?" asked Hubert, handing the paper back. "No, Mr. Maxwell; and I must be gone in an hour in any case. I have to be at Rye at noon to-morrow; and I must sleep at Mayfield to-night." "At Rye," said Hubert, "why I came from there yesterday." Lackington bowed again, as if he were quite aware of this; but said nothing.
The crowing of cocks awoke here and there; a church bell or two began to sound far away over the roofs. The pale blue overhead grew more and more luminous; the candle went out on the first floor; the steel-clad man stretched himself and looked at the growing dawn. A step was heard on the stairs, and Lackington came down, carrying a small valise apparently full to bursting.
A sharp crimson color rushed over her face. "Not much. He and Lady Blanche are not great friends. And I have made him promise to keep my secret from her till I give him leave to tell it." "It will have to be known to her some time, will it not?" "Perhaps," she said, impatiently. "Perhaps, when I can make up my mind." Then she pushed aside her frame and would talk no more about Lord Lackington.
The Duke took no notice. "And yet there she is! Lord Lackington has left her a fortune a competence, anyway. She marries Jacob Delafield rather a fool, I consider, but all the same one of the best fellows in the world. And at any time, to judge from what one hears of the health both of Chudleigh and his boy, she may find herself Duchess of Chudleigh."
Lord Lackington was dying; and apart from all question of feeling, Julie Le Breton's friends must naturally desire that he should see her, acknowledge her before his two sons, and, with their consent, provide for her before his death. But, ah, he had not been mistaken!
It seemed to her as if those in the room must hear the beating of her miserable heart. When she rejoined her companions, Dr. Meredith had already risen and was stuffing various letters and papers into his pockets with a view to departure. "Going?" said Lord Lackington. "You shall see the last of me, too, Mademoiselle Julie." And he stood up. But she, flushing, looked at him with a wistful smile.
"I wish to be left with Julie." For some moments, that seemed interminable to Julie, Lord Lackington lay silent. A feverish flush, a revival of life in the black eyes had followed on the administration of the two stimulants. He seemed to be gathering all his forces. At last he laid his hand on her arm. "You shouldn't be alone," he said, abruptly. His expression had grown anxious, even imperious.
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