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"Mr. Sutton? Oh, I know him," exclaimed Mrs. Marland. "He's charming!" "Then you shall entertain him," said Charlie. "I resign him." "I can't think why you're not more pleased to have him here, Charlie," remarked Lady Merceron. "He's very popular in London, isn't he, Vansittart?" "I've met him at some very good houses," answered Mr. Vansittart.
"Oh, yes, I know you, sir. You're " She paused abruptly, and glanced from Charlie to Calder, and back from Calder to Charlie. Then she blushed very red indeed. "Well, who am I?" "I I saw you at at Miss Glyn's, Mr. Wentworth." "'Course you did that's it;" and, looking curiously at the girl's flushed face, he added: "Don't be afraid to mention Miss Glyn; Mr. Merceron knows all about it."
"But your surname?" "Oh, mine? Why, mine's Brown." "Brown!" re-echoed Charlie, with a tinge of disappointment in his tone. "Don't you like it?" asked Miss Agatha Brown with a smile. "Oh, it will do for the present," laughed Charlie. "Well, I don't mean to keep it all my life. I've spent to-day, Mr. Merceron, in spying out your house. Nettie Wallace and I ventured quite near. It's very pretty."
Sigismund Taylor that the confession he had listened to was based upon fact, and that Charlie Merceron was the other party to those stolen interviews, into whose exact degree of heinousness he was now inquiring. This knowledge caused Mr. Taylor to feel that he was in an awkward position. "Now," asked Mrs. Marland, "candidly, Mr.
And, whatever she did when she went upstairs, Lord Thrapston was in a position to swear that Charlie's letter was not destroyed in the drawing-room. "She's such a dear good girl, Mr. Wentworth," said Lady Merceron. "She's the greatest comfort I have." It was after luncheon at Langbury Court. Lady Merceron and Calder sat on the lawn: Mrs.
But it is hard to give a hint to a man who has no inkling that there is room for one; and when Mr. Vansittart addressed Victor as 'Mr. Sutton' the latter graciously told him to "hang the Mister." Reciprocity was inevitable, and the elder man asked himself, with a sardonic grin, how soon he would be "Van." "Coming to bathe, Merceron?" he heard under his window at eight o'clock the next morning.
"You, of course," pursued Charlie, "will be guided by your own judgment. As to that, the circumstances seal my lips." "I don't like it, you know," said Calder. "As regards you, she may or may not have excuses. I don't know; but she wilfully and grossly deceived me. I have done with her." "Gad, I believe you're right, Merceron, old chap! A chap ought to stand up for himself, by Jove!
"Do you mind Calder going?" he whispered. "Well, not much," said Miss Glyn. Thus it was that the barony of Warmley returned to the house of Merceron, and the portrait of the wicked lord came to hang once more in the dining-room.
One result, however, that chance encounter had. The next morning Miss Agatha Glyn received a letter in the following terms: "Madam: I hope you will excuse me intruding, but I think you would wish to know that Mr. Charles Merceron is in London, and that I met him this evening with Mr. Wentworth. As you informed me that you had passed Mr.
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