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Their chief object then was to increase their wealth and make their only son 'a gentleman. They sent him to Eton, and in due time to Christ Church, where, of course, he established a red coat to persecute Sir Thomas Mostyn's and the Duke of Beaufort's hounds, much to the annoyance of their respective huntsmen, Stephen Goodall and Philip Payne, and the aggravation of poor old Griff. Lloyd.
Many sporting people that I know glory in his 'spunk, as they call it. They are counting on a divorce as a sure thing." "Can they actually believe that " Mostyn's voice failed him; but the woman must have read his thought, for she said, quickly: "Don't ask me what they think. I know what I think, and I'll bet I know her through and through.
"I have only Dr. Loyd's opinion. He thinks so, and I have never known him to be wrong in diagnosing a case." "He thinks, also, I believe" Mostyn's voice sounded as hollow as a phonograph " that the child has hardly strength enough to resist the the ordeal?" She raised her eyes as if doubting her right to converse on the subject. "I think he is afraid of that," she admitted.
He remembered that he had two engagements; he had promised to attend a "do" at a studio in Joubert Mansions, Chelsea, where he would meet a lot of Tony Mostyn's set, and make night noisy until the wee hours of the morning. At four o'clock he started to dress for the evening. At five a cab put him down in Pall Mall, opposite the premises of Lamb and Drummond.
"Has Saunders come down yet?" the banker inquired. "Yes, he is at his desk. He just got back from his farm this morning." "Please tell him" Mostyn deliberated "tell him when he is fully at liberty that I'd like to see him." A moment later Saunders opened the door and came in. A grave look was on his face, and he failed to respond to Mostyn's "Good morning."
"Poor old chap!" he said. "The shame of his lack of judgment is killing him." Just then the door of Mostyn's office opened, and Mostyn himself came out. He paused over an electric adding-machine which was being manipulated by a clerk, gave it an idle glance, and then came on to his partner. "Albert says old Henderson was here talking to you," he said, coldly. "I suppose it's the old complaint?"
Justice Manningham was very sorry for the little lady, but he said also 'it was a bad precedent, and ought not to be discussed. And Squire Bentley said, 'If English gentlemen would marry American women, they must put up with American women's ways, and so on. None of them think it prudent to approve Mrs. Mostyn's course. But they won't get off as easy as they think.
It is beating them on all sides pounding, driving, dragging, and grinding them. They love each other with a love that is celestial, a love that is of the spirit rather than of their poor ill-fed, ill-clothed bodies." Mostyn's wonder over the girl's depth and facility of expression clutched him so firmly that he found himself unable to formulate a fitting reply.
"I know what you are going to say. I am not ashamed of having been only a gardener once, but I am Mrs Mostyn's bailiff and agent now, sir, and, so to speak, your master. Let me hear no more of this nonsense, sir. That will do. But one moment. Have you had the I mean, does Mary I mean, does Miss Ellis know that you were going to speak to me this evening?" "No, sir," said John Grange sternly.
In telling you of her love now I am tearing my soul from my body, but I want to atone I want to atone as far as possible." Saunders turned his transformed face away. He said nothing, and the two stood in dead silence for a moment. Suddenly Saunders put out a throbbing hand and laid it on Mostyn's shoulder. "I thank you; I thank you," he said, huskily. "You must excuse me this evening.
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