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You remember you said at lunch the other day you wanted your little boy's portrait painted, as you only had one of him, aged eleven 'This is Ogden, Lord Mountry. I painted this myself.
You told me to bring him round here this afternoon, you remember, to talk things over. He's waiting downstairs. 'Oh yes, yes. Of course, I've not forgotten. Thank you so much, Lord Mountry. 'Rather a good scheme occurred to me, that is, if you haven't thought over the idea of that trip on my yacht and decided it would bore you to death. You still feel like making one of the party what?
But through the trees I caught a glimpse of Audrey, walking on the lawn; and the assault was never made. 'I will write to Cynthia tonight, I said, 'wishing her happiness. 'Oh, Peter! said Mrs Drassilis. 'Don't mention it, said I. Doubts appeared to mar her perfect contentment. 'You are sure you can convince her? 'Convince her? 'And er Lord Mountry.
Lord Mountry, pink with embarrassment, gurgled sympathetically. 'Since then I have not seen Ogden. That was why I was interested when you mentioned your friend Mr Stanborough. It struck me that Mr Ford could hardly object to my having a portrait of my son painted at my own expense. Nor do I suppose that he will, when if the matter is put to him.
She was leading by the hand a small, fat boy of about fourteen years of age, whose likeness to the portrait on the chair proclaimed his identity. He had escaped the collision, but seemed offended by it; for, eyeing the bending peer with cold distaste, he summed up his opinion of him in the one word 'Chump! Lord Mountry rose. 'I beg your pardon, he said for perhaps the seventh time.
The world was itself again, and I was listening quietly and with a mild interest which, try as I would, I could not make any stronger. I had exhausted my emotion on the essential fact: the details were an anticlimax. 'I liked him directly I saw him, said Mrs Drassilis. 'And, of course, as he was such a friend of yours, we naturally 'A friend of mine? 'I am speaking of Lord Mountry. 'Mountry?
She was out of her seat and across the room at the receiver with what appeared to Lord Mountry's startled gaze one bound. As she put the instrument to her ear a wave of joy swept over her face. She gave a little cry of delight and excitement. 'Send them right up at once, she said, and turned to Lord Mountry transformed.
'What kind of a man is he? she asked. 'Oh, quite a good sort. Rather an ass. I haven't seen him for years. 'He's a friend of Nesta's. I've only met him once. He is going to be your reference. 'My what? 'You will need a reference. At least, I suppose you will. And, anyhow, if you say you know Lord Mountry it will make it simpler for you with Mr Abney, the brother being at the school.
'Lord Mountry, she said quickly, 'please don't think me impossibly rude if I turn you out. Some some people are coming to see me. I must His lordship rose hurriedly. 'Of course. Of course. Certainly. Where did I put my ah, here. He seized his hat, and by way of economizing effort, knocked his stick on to the floor with the same movement.
What about him? Light flooded in on my numbed brain. 'You don't mean Is it Lord Mountry? My manner must have misled her. She stammered in her eagerness to dispel what she took to be my misapprehension. 'Don't think that he acted in anything but the most honourable manner. Nothing could be farther from the truth. He knew nothing of Cynthia's engagement to you.
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