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That there might be no doubt as to the truth of Greenacre's assertions he had accompanied that gentleman to Somerset House, and had perused certain entries in the registers of marriage and of death indicated to him by his friend's forefinger; clearly then, if he and Greenacre kept silence, it would never become known, even to Polperro's kinsfolk, that his lordship had been guilty of bigamy.
"Hook it!" shouted Gammon to the tottering Polperro. "Get out of it!" The clock was still striking; the crowd kept up its brutal blare, aided by shrill instruments of noise. Only a few people heard Polperro's shout defying the enemy. "Let him come on! Let him come on like a man! Take that, you ruffian, and that!" Gammon, knowing the conflict grossly unequal, did not scruple to fight his own way.
"Stick on to me and get out of this." "I'm all right! Leave me alone, can't you! How often have I a damned chance of enjoying myself?" It was the first syllable of bad language that Gammon had heard from Polperro's lips. Struck with the fact, and all the more conscious of his duty to this high-born madman, he hit on a device for rescuing him from the crowd.
If she knew he was ready to start that night, Sylvia would not be able to persuade him to stay on, as she probably would try to do. At the Villa du Lac he was greeted with, "Madame Bailey is in the garden with the Comte de Virieu" and he thought he saw a twinkle in merry little M. Polperro's eyes. Poor Sylvia! Poor, foolish, wilful Sylvia!
"But Lord Polperro's chief fault seems to have been an insuperable restlessness, which early took the form of a revolt against the habits and prejudices of aristocratic life. Knowing so much of that life myself, I must say that I understand him; that, to a certain extent, I sympathize with him. When a youth he desired the liberty of a plebeian station, and sought it under disguises.
Then came Gammon's disclosure about the burning of the will and about Lord Polperro's intention to see his solicitor. Greenacre smiled grimly. "If I may make a personal remark, Gammon," he said in measured tones, "I will confess that I should never have allowed the destruction of that document. You, my friend, if I am not mistaken, had a still greater interest in preventing it.
What a pity that the gentleman, who had very properly returned to beg the lady's pardon, had found his little bird flown in such poetic terms did the landlord in his own mind refer to Sylvia Bailey. The pretty Englishwoman's presence in the Villa du Lac had delighted M. Polperro's southern, sentimental mind; he felt her to be so decorative, as well as so lucrative, a guest for his beloved hotel.
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