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"Lord Pilgrimstone," he said, in a voice he vainly strove to render commonplace, "is going to Sandown Spring Meeting to-day." The tone was really so lugubrious to say nothing of a shake of the head with which he could not help accompanying the statement that a faint smile played on Mr. Stafford's lip. "Then I must take the next possible opportunity. I will see him to-morrow." Mr.
And then the pitiful degrading confession he had had to make for Lord Pilgrimstone! That had put the coping-stone to his dissatisfaction. "Oh!" sighed Mr. Scratchley, as he stepped into his cab. "Oh, that men so great should stoop to things so little!" It did not occur to him that there is a condition of things even more sad: when little men meddle with great things. Meanwhile Mr.
"No. So you must pardon me, my dear, I have passed my word for absolute secrecy. And, indeed, it is as important to me as to Pilgrimstone that they should not be divulged." "They are sure to leak out," she retorted. "They always do." "Well, it will not be through me, I hope." She stamped her foot on the carpet.
I shall see Lord Pilgrimstone tomorrow, but probably that will be the end of it." Atley went away marveling at his coolness, trying to retrace the short steps of their conversation, and so to discern how far the Minister had gone with him, and where he had turned off upon a resolution of his own.
Stafford, still more harshly, "that Lord Pilgrimstone gives yesterday's agreement to the winds?" "I have never seen his lordship so deeply moved," replied the discreet one. "He says: 'Our former negotiation was ruined by premature talk, but this last disclosure can only be referred to treachery or gross carelessness. What does this mean? I know of no disclosure, Mr. Scratchley.
Stafford at length, controlling himself by an effort. "For the present, I agree with Lord Pilgrimstone, that it alters the position and perhaps finally." "Lord Pilgrimstone will be damaged in the eyes of a large section of his supporters seriously damaged," said Mr. Scratchley, shaking his head, and frowning. "Possibly. From every point of view the thing is to be deplored.
Lord Pilgrimstone, I am authorized to say, has not permitted his note of the agreement to pass out of his possession even up to the present moment." "And so he concludes," the Minister said thoughtfully "it is a fair inference enough, perhaps that the Times must have procured its information from my note?" "No!" the secretary objected sharply and forcibly. "It is not a matter of inference, Mr.
The editor," he added, tapping the pink paper in his hand, "seemed to doubt us. I have to go to Fitzgerald's now, so you must copy Lord Pilgrimstone's terms, too, please. I had meant to do it myself, but I shall be with you before you have finished." "What are the terms?" Lady Betty asked. "Lord Pilgrimstone has not agreed to " "To permit me to communicate them?" he replied, with a grave smile.
Scratchley?" he said without prelude, and in a tone which matched his gesture. The visitor bowed. He was a grave middle-aged man, who seemed oppressed and burdened by the load of cares and responsibilities which his smiling chief carried so jauntily. People said that he was the proper complement of Lord Pilgrimstone, as the more volatile Atley was of his leader. "And you are aware," continued Mr.
Naturally he was thinking of Lord Pilgrimstone this morning, and guessed, before he opened the note which the servant brought in to him, who was its writer. But its contents had, nevertheless, an electrical effect upon him. His brow reddened. With a quite unusual display of emotion he sprang to his feet, crushing the fragment of paper in his fingers. "Who brought this?" he asked sharply.
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