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"He can't do any particular harm down there, and there isn't a line or a drawing of mine down at Dreymarsh which he isn't welcome to." Lord Rayton rose to his feet. "Look here, Henry, old fellow," he said, "I do sympathise with you up to a certain point. I tell you what I'll do.
What I mean to say is, it's a far cry from fishing for whiting in the North Sea to lunching with a beautiful princess at the Carlton when you think your wife's down in Norfolk." Sir Henry threw open the door. "Look here, I've had enough of you, Rayton," he declared. "You get back and do an hour's work, if you can bring your mind to it."
"Leave him for me to deal with," Sir Henry insisted. "I have a little scheme on hand in which he is concerned." Rayton scratched his chin doubtfully. "The fellow may not be such a fool as he seems," he reminded his friend. "I won't run any risks," Sir Henry promised. "I just want him left there, that's all. And look here, Rayton, you know what I want from you.
What's your trouble?" "Look here, Rayton," was the firm reply, "I want to chuck this infernal hole-and-corner business. I tell you I've worked it threadbare at Dreymarsh and it's getting jolly uncomfortable." The newcomer grinned. "Poor chap!" he observed, watching his cigar smoke curl upwards. "You're in a nasty mess, you know, Henry.
"May I say just one word more," she begged, "about our previous our only serious subject of conversation? I have tried my best since we were married, Henry, to make you happy." "You know quite well," he assured her, "that you have succeeded." "Grant me one favour, then," she pleaded. "Give up your fishing expedition to-morrow, go back to London by the first train and let me write to Lord Rayton.
There isn't a single reason why I shouldn't own up now." "I'll see what I can do," Rayton promised, "but what about this fellow Lessingham, or whatever else he calls himself, down there? There's a chap named Griffiths Commandant, isn't he? been writing us about him." "I won't have Lessingham touched," Sir Henry insisted.
You're breaking up the happy home, that's what you're doing, Rayton!" His lordship at any rate seemed to find the process amusing. He laughed until the tears stood in his eyes. "I should love to have seen Philippa's face," he chuckled, "when she walked into the restaurant and saw you there! You're supposed to be off on a fishing expedition, aren't you?"
"Your ignominious life," was the cold reply. "Jove, I got it that time!" he groaned, "got it in the neck! But didn't I tell you just now that I was turning over a new leaf?" "Then prove it," Philippa pleaded. "Let me write to Rayton and beg him to use his influence to get you something to do. I am sure you would be happier, and I can't tell you what a difference it would make to me."
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