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But she rang the bell hard and knocked firmly. Lucas, the butler of the duke, himself opened the door. At the sight of Pollyooly he started back; for the moment he thought that his lost young mistress stood before him. Pollyooly stepped across the threshold, and said firmly: "I want to see the Duke of Osterley, please."
Reginald Butterwick; and there was a faint note of anxiety in his tone. "It's Mr. Vance's sock," said Pollyooly; and with gentle pride she held it up in a fashion to display its full proportions. Mr. Reginald Butterwick took two or three nervous steps to the right, looking askance at the sock as he moved. It was not really as large as a sack. "Big man, your guv'ner?
The royal progress was the event of the morning and afternoon for several days before it occurred to Pollyooly to tell the Honourable John Ruffin about it. Then one evening, on their way to bathe, she told him. The Honourable John Ruffin stood still on the edge of the sea, looked at her thoughtfully, and said: "This is interesting indeed.
Then he drew himself up and, with a splendid wave of his gigantic hand, added: "Und now go and blay wiz Adalbert blay wiz him always!" Pollyooly came away from the presence of the grand duke in something of a daze. She came down the steps in the sea-wall quite unconscious of the fact that she was not moving over level ground.
Oddly enough the subdued prince did not seem to regard Pollyooly with the bitterness which might have been expected. He did not even shun the sight of her. Indeed, as he made his royal progress along the beach, he would pause and regard her with puzzled but manifestly quite respectful interest, as she played actively not far from her little brother, the Lump, with her young friends.
I know you try to do your best you needn't tell me that," said Pollyooly, who appeared to understand his syncopated Prussian. "But what is the good of a best like that?" The prince finished the slice of cake with only two more slushy sounds. Pollyooly sighed once or twice; and tea came to an end. They rose; and Pollyooly said with resolution: "I see what I shall have to do.
When he had delivered the Esmeralda's gifts and assured Pollyooly of her prosperity, there came a short silence; then Pollyooly said: "And the Moldo-Wallachian, sir?" The fine grey eyes of the Honourable John Ruffin twinkled, as he said gravely: "The Moldo-Wallachian has returned to Moldo-Wallachia.
There it is again!" she cried in tones of the bitterest protest. "Isn't it dreadful?" The prince flushed a darker red and hushed the slushy accompaniment. The Honourable John Ruffin looked sympathetically sad. "I couldn't have believed that anybody could be so hard to teach a little thing like that to," said Pollyooly mournfully. The prince grunted. "Yes.
"You'll know all about it when we get to London," said Pollyooly coldly. He could get no more from her. They lunched on the train, and under the expanding influence of a small bottle of champagne, the air of Mr. Wilkinson grew more and more triumphant at the success of his difficult mission.
The lawyer paid no heed to her protest, but bade her pack her young mistress's clothes at once. He said that the sooner she was at the hotel, the safer he would feel. He did not get his way without further and louder protests from Eglantine; but in the end he got it. She packed the little kit-bag for Pollyooly with clothes of Lady Marion. The detective carried it.
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