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If he had accepted half the invitations to dinner sent down to him at the Board of Trade by his friend, he would scarcely ever have been out of Lavender's club. Many a long evening they passed in this way either in Lavender's rooms in King street or in Ingram's lodgings in Sloane street.
Sending the younger Edmonds boy to bring re-enforcements, Mosby, accompanied by John Edmonds, Munson, and Jake Lavender, started to follow the enemy. He and Munson each took one of Lavender's carbines and opened fire on them, Munson killing a horse and Mosby a man. That started things off properly.
He was about to say so when he noticed a gentleman in khaki scrutinizing him with lively eyes slightly injected with blood. "Don Pickwixote," said the young lady; "my father, Major Scarlet." Mr. Lavender's hand was grasped by one which seemed to him made of iron. "I am honoured, sir," he said painfully, "to meet the father of my charming young neighbour."
On that point the company was divided, being all equally ignorant. But Farmer Lavender's good sense came to the rescue. "Why," said he, "Jenny here tells me Colonel Wyndham's got a Frenchman to his cook; and he'd make a poor cook if he'd never dressed nought but frogs, I reckon." "They'll have a bit o' bread to 'em, like as not," suggested the waggoner.
"What is thine uncle?" "He hath a post in the meine of my Lord Archbishop of York," said Ambrose, blushing and hesitating a little. "He cometh to and fro to his wife, who dwells with her old father, doing fine lavender's work for the lawyer folk therein."
At this remark, which appeared to him no saner than the others he had heard so utterly did he misjudge Mr. Lavender's character the nephew put down the notebook he had taken out of his pocket, and said: "Has there ever been anything er remarkable about your family?" "Indeed, yes," said Mr. Lavender.
What would the old King of Borva say if he saw his only daughter in the hands of two policemen? and would not all Mr. Lavender's fastidious and talkative and wondering friends pass about the newspaper report of her trial and conviction? A man was approaching her. As he drew near her heart failed her, for might not this be the mysterious George Ranger himself, about whom her husband and Mr.
Old Mackenzie laughed a loud laugh of derision, that fortunately did not stop Lavender's execution of "I would that my love would silently." "What the teffle," said Mackenzie, "hef I to want a deer forest for my Sheila? Sheila is no fisherman's lass. She has plenty for herself, and she will marry just the young man she wants to marry, and no other one: that is what she will do, by Kott!"
"I am aware of it," returned Mr. Lavender and I beg your pardon. It was quite inadvertent, however. "Rubbish!" said the man. "I fell off the wall." "Whose wall do you think it is?" said the man. "How should I know?" said Mr. Lavender; "I am a stranger." "Out you go," said the man, applying his boot to Blink. Mr. Lavender's eyes blazed.
His face flying up just then with the cork which he was extracting encountered the expression on Mr. Lavender's visage, and he added: "Don't take wot I say to 'eart, sir; try as you like you'll never be a public man." Those words, which seemed to Mr. Lavender to seal his doom, caused a faint pink flush to invade his cheeks.
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