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Updated: June 29, 2025
Ogden's going to Mr Abney's. Sanstead House is the name of the place. It's in Hampshire somewhere. Quite a small school, but full of little dukes and earls and things. Lord Mountry's younger brother, Augustus Beckford, is there. I had known Lord Mountry and his family well some years ago. I remembered Augustus dimly. 'Mountry? Do you know him? He was up at Oxford with me. She seemed interested.
I hailed a cab. Inductive reasoning had not played me false. There was a red carpet outside the house, and from within came the sounds of music. Lady Wroxham, the mother of Mountry and the vanishing Augustus, was one of those women who take things as they come. She did not seem surprised at seeing me. 'How nice of you to come and see us, she said. 'Somebody told me you were abroad.
'You think you may be able to bring him along on the yacht after all? 'I am hoping so. Lord Mountry, however willing to emit sympathetic gurgles, was too plain and straightforward a young man to approve of wilful blindness to obvious facts. 'I don't see how you are going to override the decision of the court. It holds good in England, I suppose? 'I am hoping something may be arranged.
Probably some party was taking place tonight at the ancestral home, at which, tempted by the lawless Nugget, he had decided that his presence was necessary. I knew the house well. There had been a time, when Lord Mountry and I were at Oxford, when I had spent frequent week-ends there. Since then, owing to being abroad, I had seen little of the family. Now was the moment to reintroduce myself.
'I say, it's all right, Mrs Ford. He was of the type which wastes no time on preliminary greetings. 'I've got him. 'Got him! Mrs Ford's voice was startled. 'Stanborough, you know. 'Oh! I I was thinking of something else. Won't you sit down? Lord Mountry sat down. 'The artist, you know.
'Don't muss a fellow now, he stipulated, before allowing himself to be enfolded in the outstretched arms. 'Tell me, Cynthia, resumed Mrs Ford, 'how did you do it? I was telling Lord Mountry that I hoped I might see my Ogden again soon, but I never really hoped. It seemed too impossible that you should succeed. 'This Lord Mountry of yours, said Cynthia. 'How did you get to know him?
'Ought to look where you're going, said Ogden severely. 'Not at all, said the girl. 'Won't you introduce me, Nesta? 'Lord Mountry Miss Drassilis, said Mrs Ford. 'I'm afraid we're driving Lord Mountry away, said the girl. Her eyes seemed to his lordship larger, greyer, cooler, more amused, and more contemptuous than ever. He floundered in them like an unskilful swimmer in deep waters.
'Does Mountry know about this business? Have you told him why I want to go to Abney's? 'Nesta told him. He thought it was very sporting of you. He will tell Mr Abney anything we like. By the way, Peter, you will have to pay a premium or something, I suppose. But Nesta will look after all expenses, of course. On this point I made my only stand of the afternoon.
He reached the door and opened it. 'By Jove, he said, springing round 'Stanborough! What about Stanborough? Shall I tell him to wait? He's down below, you know! 'Yes, yes. Tell Mr Stanborough I'm dreadfully sorry to have to keep him waiting, and ask him if he won't stay for a few minutes in the Palm Room. Inspiration came to Lord Mountry. 'I'll give him a drink, he said. 'Yes, yes, anything.
As Mrs Ford gazed at the picture, and the picture stared back at her, the telephone bell rang. She ran to it eagerly. It was the office of the hotel, announcing a caller. 'Yes? Yes? Who? Her voice fell, as if the name was not the one she had expected. 'Oh, yes, she said. 'Yes, ask Lord Mountry to come to me here, please. She returned to the portrait.
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