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You need have no fears about her. She's by far the cleverest child I know, and she'll play her part all right. But, unfortunately, when you kidnapped her in Piccadilly and took her to Ricksborough House, your butler and Marion's nurse what's her name? Mrs. Hutton, learnt that Marion has a double, and they may suspect things." "Oh, no: Lucas doesn't go to the court; and I discharged Mrs.
She makes a ripping Lady Marion Ricksborough. Why, when she comes into a room, or on to a lawn, it's beginning to make as much sensation as if it were yourself. I was awfully lucky to get hold of her." His tone had grown truly enthusiastic. The duchess ground her teeth and cried: "And do you think I'm going to stand it?" "Stand it? I thought you'd like it," said the duke in a perplexed tone.
"Oh, I will," said Pollyooly. "Well, run away and get your lessons done. I hope to goodness he doesn't let it out!" That evening, while they were at tea, Lord Ronald Ricksborough arrived, and came straight to the schoolroom. His attitude was admirable. He greeted Pollyooly with the words, "Hullo, Marion!" in the perfectly perfunctory manner of a cousin.
Pollyooly could have set his mind at rest by assuring him that during her last stay at the court Lady Salkeld had not shown the slightest tendency to recognise that she was not Lady Marion Ricksborough; but she did not. She only said: "I don't suppose that she'll take much notice of me." "There is that. She pretty well thinks of nothing but her own affairs," said the duke more hopefully.
It was indeed mortifying, the more mortifying that he could not blame any one but himself himself and nature. The more carefully he examined Pollyooly the more impressed he was by her likeness to Lady Marion Ricksborough.
Well, I want Mary Bride to be Marion." "The deuce you do!" cried the Honourable John Ruffin. "Yes," said the duke in the tone of a man who had quite made up his mind. "I want her to come and live at the court as Marion. I'm going to run her as my daughter, Lady Marion Ricksborough." "But what on earth for?" cried the Honourable John Ruffin in a tone of the liveliest bewilderment.
It had been a very pleasant stay; Pollyooly had enjoyed it more than any time of her life, more even than the days she had spent at Ricksborough Court when Lord Ronald Ricksborough had come there from Eton to spend his holidays.
It looked indeed like a blind alley; but in the end the duke yielded. His heart was set on carrying through this scheme for regaining his duchess. His mind was so rarely guilty of ingenuity that he could not bear to discourage it. They set themselves, therefore, to making the presence of the Lump at Ricksborough Court plausible.
The Honourable John Ruffin had thrown quite a new light on them in suggesting that they could be used as a weapon; and she considered this use of them most of the way to Ricksborough House. She reached it soon after half-past two. She found its gloomy nineteenth-century facade, black with the smuts of ninety years, a little daunting, and mounted its broad steps in some trepidation.
"Also I think that you had better give yourself a few airs. You will have a better time that way, for airs procure you a welcome in the best circles. Be a red Deeping not too truculent, you know, but firm." Pollyooly's eyes sparkled a little; and she said: "Yes, sir: I should like to. I like being a red Deeping, sir, rather. I liked it when I was at Ricksborough Court." "Good.
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