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Now, the original basis on which Archie was to carry on his suit had been arranged to be this that Lady Ongar should be made to know that he was there; and the way in which Doodles had illustrated this precept by the artistic and allegorical use of his heel was still fresh in Archie's memory.
Between the man-servant who took the captain's name, and the maid-servant who carried it up to her mistress, but who did not see the gentleman before she did so, there had arisen some mistake; and Lady Ongar, as she came down from her chamber above, expected that she was to meet another man. Harry Clavering, she thought, had come to her at last.
Lady Ongar had been too confused to get tickets for their journey at Yarmouth, but had paid on board the boat for the passage of the three persons herself, her maid, and Sophie. But, at the station at Lymington, the more important business of taking tickets for the journey to London became necessary.
"I don't know any good qualities he has." "He does not get into debt. He will not destroy the property. He will leave the family after him as well off as it was before him and though he is a hard man, he does nothing actively cruel. Think of Lord Ongar, and then you'll remember that there are worse men than Hugh. Not that I like him. I am never comfortable for a moment in his presence.
"Yes; you certainly did bowl her over uncommon well." "That kind of thing just comes within my line," said Doodles, with conscious pride. "Now, as to asking Lady Ongar downright to marry me upon my word I believe I should be half afraid of doing it myself." "I've none of that kind of feeling," said Archie. "It comes more in your way, I daresay," said Doodles.
"Thank you, no; if you will just say what you have got to say, I will be obliged to you." "But the nice things will be so cold! Why should you mind me? Nobody minds me." "I will wait, if you please, till you have done me the honor of leaving." "Ah! well, you Englishmen are so cold and ceremonious. But Lord Ongar was not with me like that. I knew Lord Ongar so well."
"Florence, I have been to Bolton Street, and I have seen Lady Ongar." Those were the first words which Cecilia Burton spoke to her sister-in-law, when she found Florence in the drawing-room on her return from the visit which she had made to the countess. Florence had still before her the desk on which she had been writing; and the letter in its envelope, addressed to Mrs.
She called her brother Edouard, as though Harry had known the count all his life; and always spoke of Lady Ongar as Julie. She uttered one or two little hints which seemed to imply that she knew everything that had passed between "Julie" and Harry Clavering in early days; and never mentioned Lord Ongar without some term of violent abuse.
"He then went on to say that you made him a poor return for his civility by shutting your door in his face, but that he did not doubt you would think better of it when you had heard his message. Therefore, he said, he should call again. That, Lady Ongar, was the whole of it." "Shall I tell you what his intention was, Harry?"
Harry Clavering did not clearly understand what it was that Lady Ongar had desired of her brother-in-law what aid she had required; nor did he know whether it would be fitting for him to offer to act in Sir Hugh's place. Anything that he could do, he felt himself at that moment willing to do, even though the necessary service should demand some sacrifice greater than prudence could approve.
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