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Cumberland Ludlow's own room, shut the door quickly and picked her way over the great skins that were scattered about the polished floor. "Good morning, Grandfather," she said, and stood waiting for the storm to break.
But there was a codicil in the will, dated since Lord Ludlow's death feebly written by Mr. Horner himself, as if in preparation only for some more formal manner of bequest: or, perhaps, only as a mere temporary arrangement till he could see a lawyer, and have a fresh will made. In this he revoked his previous bequest to Harry Gregson.
She handed Ludlow's card to the girl, who instantly tore it to pieces without looking at it. "I'll never go to him horrid, mean, cross old thing! And you go and talk about me to a perfect stranger as if I were a baby.
She began to be a little vague about the circumstances, and whether they were queer because she had fancied a likeness of herself in Mr. Ludlow's picture of Charmian, or because she had afterwards made a fool of herself so irreparably as to be unworthy Mr. Ludlow's kindness. If it was merely kindness, and she was the object of charity, it was all right; she could accept it on those terms.
He married in 1813, and continued in business in Cambridge. In 1816, he ruined himself by a building speculation, and the derangement of the currency which denied bank facilities, and soon after he came to New York with his family, and worked at his trade. He afterwards removed to Albany, and became a hearer at the Dutch Reformed Church, then under Dr. Ludlow's charge.
Since I had gained no information upon this point; since I had nothing to disclose but vain and fantastic surmises; I might as well be ignorant of every thing. Thus, from secretly condemning Ludlow's imprudence, I gradually passed to admiration of his policy.
The action seemed to justify Wetmore to himself in saying, "Yes, thank you, I will have some tea, Miss Saunders, and then I'll get some one to introduce me to you. You haven't seen me before, and I can't stand these airs of Ludlow's."
And so he knelt and pretended to be fixing something, and he thought fast and hard. "Something broke?" asked an anxious voice. Freckles looked around into Mr. Ludlow's face, and he saw that the eminent lobbyist was nervous. "Yes," he said calmly. "It's acting queer. Something's all out of whack." "Well, drop it to the basement and let me out," said Mr. Ludlow sharply.
On one or two occasions I had already made Simla buy things. I had cleared out young Ludlow's stables for him in a week he had a string of ten when he played polo in a straw hat and had to go home with sunstroke; and I once auctioned off all the property costumes of the Amateur Dramatic Society at astonishing prices.
Then Freckles turned with a polite inquiry as to where the gentleman wished to get off. "You may take me down to the office of the Governor," said Mr. Ludlow stonily, meaningly. "Sure," said Freckles cheerfully. "Guess you'll find the Governor in his office now. He's been in the Senate most of the afternoon, watching 'em pass that Kelley Bill." Mr. Ludlow's lips drew in tightly.
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