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A moment the earl stood there, Lady Ostermore at his side; then he vanished into the house again, to reappear almost at once in the street, with a couple of footmen hurrying after him. Meanwhile the combat went on. Once Lord Rotherby had attempted to fall back for a respite, realizing that he was winded. But Mr.
And then, before more could be said, there came a sound of running steps and labored breathing, and his grace swore softly to himself as he beheld no other than Lord Ostermore advancing rapidly, all out of breath and apoplectic of face, a couple of footmen pressing close upon his heels, and, behind these, a score of sightseers who had followed them.
Templeton nodded very gravely, his eyes upon the document before him, that they might avoid meeting at that moment the eyes of the woman whom the world had always known as the Countess of Ostermore. "Fortunate is it for me," said Mr. Caryll, "that I should have possessed myself of these proofs in time.
"Since you are travelling to town, I am sure his lordship will be glad of your company, sir." Mr. Caryll looked deep into those great brown eyes, and bowed his thanks. "If it will not discompose your lordship " "No, no," said Ostermore, gruff of voice and manner. "We will wait. I shall be honored, sir, if you will journey with us afterwards." Mr.
"Fare you well, madam," he said again, bowing gravely. "And fare you well, Lord Ostermore," he added to her son. His brother looked at him a moment; seemed on the point of speaking, and then taking his cue, no doubt, from his mother's attitude he held out his hand. Mr. Caryll took it, shook it, and let it go. After all, he bethought him, the man was his brother.
"I desire his majesty to know how whole-heartedly I belong to him." "'Twere best destroyed, I think. You can write another when the time comes to dispatch it." But Ostermore was never one to take sensible advice. "Pooh! 'Twill be safe in here. 'Tis a secret known to none." He dropped it, together with King James' letter, back into the recess, snapped down the trap, and replaced the drawer.
You can never say when a servant may cease to be a servant, and become an active enemy." "Damn the servants!" she swore, dismissing them from consideration. "Who is this messenger of the secretary's? Who is he?" "He was named Green. 'Tis all I know." "And where may he be found?" "I cannot say." She turned to Lord Ostermore. "Where is Rotherby?" she inquired. She was a thought breathless.
"I must see Lord Ostermore!" had been Mr. Caryll's wild cry, as he strode to the door. From the other side of it there came a sound of steps and voices. Some one was turning the handle. Hortensia caught Mr. Caryll by the sleeve. "But the letters!" she cried frantically, and pointed to the incriminating papers which he had left, forgotten, upon the desk.
You blubbering fool!" he snapped in his ear. "My business is not with you. Lie still!" Within the room all stood at gaze, following the sudden flight of Mr. Jenkins. Then Lord Ostermore made as if to approach the winnow, but Hortensia restrained him. "Let the wretch go," she said. "The blame is not his. What is he but my lord's tool?"
Her father, it would seem, was Ostermore's friend, and, dying, he appointed Ostermore her guardian. Her fortune, I take it, is very slender. Nevertheless, Ostermore, whatever he may have done by other people, appears in this case to have discharged his trust with zeal and with affection. But, indeed, who could have done other where that sweet lady was concerned? You should see her, Sir Richard!"
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