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It was effected in an unconcerned silence on the part of the audience. "There were, on the other hand, the deserved receptions of old favorites by old friends, as Miss Jewett, Miss Vernon, Miss Carey, Mr. DeBelleville, Mr. Parselle and Mr. Whiting came upon the scene.
A letter from Jasper takes me down to the Castle. I will return in time to join your little party and, with your leave, bring Jasper along too; but don't wait on any account. "'Yours, "Jasper always Jasper!" commented Standon. "I'd like to know by what means Jasper Vermont has obtained such influence over Leroy." "Ah, that's the mystery!" said Parselle, frowning.
"Last night was the first of the new comedy at the Casket how did it go?" Frank Parselle laughed. "I was there," he admitted. "Ada played finely, but they hissed once or twice." "Lost on my horse and on my new play. That is bad luck!" exclaimed Adrien, looking, however, very little disturbed by the news. "It must be withdrawn." "Certainly," agreed Vermont amiably. "Certainly."
"By Jove! what did you tell me the mounting cost?" asked Parselle, addressing Vermont, but glancing significantly at the others. "Three thousand pounds," answered Vermont glibly, while Adrien ate his fish with the most consummate indifference. "Three thousand for four nights, that's about it.
The three men, Mortimer Shelton, Lord Standon and Frank Parselle, seated themselves at a table in a comfortable recess and took stock of the room, responding to numerous nods and smiles of recognition, while grumbling at the unpunctuality of their friend. "Ten past seven!" groaned Shelton, looking at his watch. "I might have known that Leroy would be late. Shall we wait?"
She did not trouble to open it, but slipped it into the bosom of her dress and walked dreamily away. "Is it a Rubens, or is it not? That is the question," drawled Frank Parselle, as he dropped his eyeglass. On an easel in Lady Merivale's drawing-room, stood a picture, before which were grouped a small assembly of her friends, including one or two artists and connoisseurs.
"No," replied the young man, looking up. "We ought to have Shelton on the committee. No wonder they love you here, Shelton! And so the colt has lost the steeplechase? I saw the news as I came along." "And you have lost, how much two thousand?" queried Parselle. "Five," said Vermont, not quickly, but just before Adrien could speak. "Is it five?" asked Leroy indifferently.
"Oh, yes!" said Parselle; "Adrien might not like it, you know. It is a bore, though! The soup will be as thick as mud!" "By Jove! I'd forgotten," interrupted Standon suddenly. "I met Leroy yesterday, and he asked me to tell you he might be late, as he was off to Barminster Castle last night. We were not to wait.
"And yet Leroy is not easily taken in," remarked Parselle thoughtfully. "Every man has his weak point," retorted Shelton with a shrug, "and Jasper is Leroy's one vulnerable spot. He will believe nothing against him." "He's a lucky chap, Vermont," said Standon pensively.
"No one really knows what he is or where he springs from; yet he always seems to have plenty of money, and apparently the whole of Leroy's passes through his hands." "Something near a million," put in Parselle enviously, "and with the run of a castle like a palace. No, Vermont's no fool!" Mortimer Shelton nodded. "The Castle's all right," he said curtly.
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