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He paused an instant; then continued: "I might have crossed to England at the time, and slain him. Should that have satisfied me? What is death but peace and rest?" "There is a hell, we are told," Mr. Caryll reminded him. "Ay," was the answer, "we are told. But I dursn't risk its being false where Ostermore is concerned.
He observed the bewilderment in Ostermore's eyes, and began to realize at that early stage of their acquaintance that to speak ironically to the Earl of Ostermore was not to speak at all. It was Hortensia a very tearful Hortensia now who explained. "This gentleman saved me, my lord," she said. "Saved you?" quoth he dully. "How did he come to save you?" "He discovered the parson," she explained.
My Lord Ostermore, though puzzled, entertained no tormenting anxiety on the score of the search to which Mr. Caryll was to be submitted. He assured himself from that gentleman's confident, easy manner being a man who always drew from things the inference that was obvious that either he carried no such letter as my lord expected, or else he had so disposed of it as to baffle search.
Again his scruples took him. "Tell Lord Ostermore tell him all," he begged her. "Be guided by him. His decision for you will represent the decision of the world." "What is the world to me? You are the world to me," she cried. There was a rap upon the door. He put her from him, and went to open. It was Humphries with a lighted taper.
"Tell me all," he begged his adoptive father. "Tell me how matters stand precisely how you propose to act." "With all my heart," the baronet assented. "Lord Ostermore, having turned his coat once for profit, is ready now to turn it again for the same end.
Caryll's eyes fell, as the doubt now entered his mind for the first time that it might be indeed as Sir Richard was suggesting. He was not quite sure. "Prove it to me, Justin," Everard pleaded. "Prove it by abandoning this weakness where my Lord Ostermore is concerned. Remember only the wrong he has done. You are the incarnation of that wrong, and by your hand must he be destroyed."
Lord Ostermore gasped audibly and swung round in an alarm than which nothing could have betrayed him more effectively. "My my love!" he cried, stammering, and by his wild haste to conceal the letter that he held, drew her attention to it. Mr. Caryll stepped between them, his back to his lordship, that he might act as a screen under cover of which to dispose safely of that dangerous document.
My father was a man who traded in his children, and he had offered me, with a jointure that was a fortune, to the Earl of Ostermore as a wife for his son." Mr. Caryll was listening, all ears. Some light was being shed upon much that had lain in darkness. "And so," she proceeded, "your grandfather constrained your father to forget the woman he had left in France, and to marry me.
His companion paused to pick up the fragments of the button and slip them into his pocket. He performed the office with a smile on his lips that was half pity, half contempt. It did not seem to him that there would be the least need to betray Lord Ostermore once his lordship was wedded to the Stuart faction.
Caryll suddenly wrenched the hand away from the fellow and the wrist out of Lord Rotherby's grip. "A moment, my lord, as you value your honor and your possessions!" he insisted. "Let me speak with Lord Ostermore first. Take me before him." "You are before him now," said Rotherby. "Say on!" "I demand to see Lord Ostermore." "I am Lord Ostermore," said Rotherby. "You? Since when?" said Mr.
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