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This interview revived his spirits; he felt equal to another effort such as that of the morning which had taxed him more than the hardest day's work he was ever called upon to do. Lord Polperro again sat by the fireside with a decanter and glass within his reach. He was evidently more at ease, but seemed to have a difficulty in recognizing his visitor.
Propped up against the now lighted lamp was a letter addressed to Monsieur Polperro in a peculiar, large handwriting. L'Ami Fritz, again uttering that queer guttural exclamation, snatched up the envelope, and hurriedly put it into his breast-pocket. "I brought that letter out of M'sieur's bed-room," observed the day-servant, cringingly. "I feared M'sieur had forgotten it!
How enchanting was the garden of the Villa du Lac, and how unlike any hotel garden she had ever seen! The smooth, wide lawn was shaded with noble cedars and bright green chestnut trees; it was paradise compared with the rather stuffy little Hôtel de l'Horloge and the dusty Paris streets. M. Polperro himself brought Sylvia's coffee.
Charles held to him with a fierce grip. "Mind he doesn't break away, Sey," he cried. "He's playing his old game! Distrust the man's patter!" "Take care," the prisoner put in. "Remember Dr. Polperro! On what charge do you arrest me?" Charles was bubbling with indignation. "You cheated me at Nice," he said; "at Meran; at New York; at Paris!" Paul Finglemore shook his head.
It is by the haven and on the banks of the now useless canal that there is anything of an old-world atmosphere. As compared with places like Polperro or Boscastle, Bude has a touch of the commonplace, but its coast is fine, and it is an excellent centre for a district of supreme attraction.
Remember how you exposed yourself to the ridicule of fools over Dr. Polperro!" "I've thought of that," he answered, "and I mean to ca' caller." Early next morning, accordingly, a groom was dispatched with a telegram to Lord Craig-Ellachie. He was to ride over to Fowlis, send it off at once, and wait for the answer.
It is not right that Mrs. Bailey should be by herself there. It may seem absurd to you, but, believe me, Lacville is not a safe spot in which to leave an unprotected woman. She has not one single friend, not a person to whom she could turn to for advice, excepting, of course, the excellent Polperro himself, and he naturally desires to keep his profitable client."
Polperro, part of which is in the parish of Talland and part in Lansallos, remains more lonely and primitive than Looe, for it is not touched by the railway, and its site offers little temptation to expansion.
The lake, too, looked beautiful mysteriously beautiful and fairy-like, in the moonlight. Soon they turned into a narrow dark lane. "This is not a grand entrance to our beautiful Casino," said M. Polperro, ruefully, "but no matter, it is lovely once you get inside!" and he chuckled happily. When in front of the great glass doors, he touched Chester on the arm.
He looked, looked till he could not turn away. "Now then for the address. I'll write it on this piece of paper, and you shall copy it." Polly watched him, puzzled by the nervous grin on his face. She took the paper, on which he had written as legibly as he could "Lord Polperro, 16, Lowndes Mansions, Sloane Street, S.W." And having read it she stared at him. "What d'you mean?"
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