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Updated: June 29, 2025
The stokers of life should first fit themselves to be foremen before they shout." Then, as Lady Ethelrida looked very grave, and Francis Markrute was really a whimsical person, and seldom talked so seriously to women, he went on, smiling,
He had shown no signs of it lately not, really, for several years for that well conducted friendship with Laura Highford could not be called being in love. Then she thought of Francis Markrute. He was so immensely rich, she could not help a relieved sigh. There would be money at all events. But she knew that could not be the reason. She was aware of her son's views about rich wives.
Markrute, dined here the other night. He's been very useful to the Party, in a quiet way and seems a capital fellow but Ethelrida and I have never met the niece. Of course, no one has been in town since the season, and she was not here then. We only came up, like you, for Flora's wedding, and go down to-morrow." "This is thrilling!" said Lady Highford. "An unknown bride!
Then he turned to the Morning Post which was on a low stand near, and he read again a paragraph which had pleased him at breakfast: "The Duke of Glastonbury and Lady Ethelrida Montfitchet entertained at dinner last night a small party at Glastonbury House, among the guests being " and here he skipped some high-sounding titles and let his eye feast upon his own name, "Mr. Francis Markrute."
They felt it was a momentous moment, because Lady Tancred never saw any one until her hair was arranged not even her own daughters. "Your brother Tristram is going to be married," she said and referred to the letter lying on the coverlet, "to a Countess Shulski, a niece of that Mr. Markrute whom one meets about." "Oh! Mother!" and "Really!" gasped Emily and Mary. "Have we seen her?"
Francis Markrute stood by the fire for a while, and began from there: "You must go right back with me to early days, Sweet Lady," he said, "to a palace in a gloomy city and to an artiste a ballet-dancer but at the same time a great musicienne and a good and beautiful woman, a woman with red, splendid hair, like my niece.
He would speak to Francis Markrute when they arrived on Friday night and he could get him quietly alone. He would tell him that the whole thing was a ghastly failure, but as he had only himself to blame for entering into it he did not intend to reproach any one.
"Have you ever known me to make such jokes, Tancred?" Mr. Markrute asked calmly. "No, I haven't, and that is the odd part of it. What the devil do you mean, really, Francis?" "I mean what I say: I will pay every debt you have, and give you a charming wife with a fortune." Lord Tancred got up and walked about the room.
And, finally, when the financier had finished speaking, the Duke rose and stood before the fire, while he fixed his eyeglass in his eye. "You have stated the case admirably, my dear Markrute," he said, in his distinguished old voice.
My niece reminds me of the black panther in the Zoo, but one could not say if she were tamed." Such remarks were not calculated to allay the growing interest and attraction Lord Tancred was feeling. Francis Markrute knew his audience; he never wasted his words. He abruptly turned the conversation back to Canada again, until even the two magnates on their own ground were bored and said goodnight.
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