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Their blades crossed. Ronsdale's suppleness of wrist and arm, his cold steadiness, combined with a knowledge of many fine artifices, had already made him a favorite with those of the men who cared to back their opinions with odd pounds. As he pressed his advantage, the girl's eyes turned to John Steele; her look seemed to express just a shade of disappointment.
On such a day, a month after that night in Lord Ronsdale's rooms, Captain Forsythe, calling on John Steele, found himself admitted to the sitting-room. While waiting for an answer to his request to see Mr. Steele, he gazed disapprovingly around him. The rooms were partly dismantled; a number of boxes littering the place indicating preparations to move.
Lord Ronsdale's look seemed once more to say he held and claimed her; that she was his, or soon would be. A fleeting picture; she was gone and other figures intervened. John Steele stood with hands tightly clasped.
Lord Ronsdale's metallic voice interposed quickly. "I call upon you, Captain Macpherson, in the name of the women and children " "I've thought about that," said Captain Macpherson shortly, and turned to his task. The boat was soon overhauled, the lockers and water-butt were filled, and the passengers, one by one, set into it.
"Good luck in your business!" she found herself saying, half-gaily, half-ironically. He answered, hoarsely, something what? rode off. With color flaming high, the girl looked after him until Lord Ronsdale's horse, clattering near, caused her to turn quickly.
A short distance down this street, the carriages suddenly stopped before an eminently respectable and sedate front, and, not long after, John Steele, somewhat to his surprise, found himself in Lord Ronsdale's rooms and that person's presence. The nobleman had been forewarned of John Steele's coming. He sat behind a high desk, his figure and part of his face screened by its massive back.
I see, while on his favorite subject, he has forgotten to offer you a cigar." Sir Charles hastened to repair his remissness. "But how," she went on, "did it go? The program, I mean. Have you forgiven me yet for asking you to come, Mr. Steele?" "Forgiven?" he repeated. Lord Ronsdale's eyes narrowed on them. "Confess," she continued, sinking to the arm of a great chair, "you had your misgivings?"
He sat down in a stiff, straight-backed chair; it may be he felt the need of holding in reserve all his physical force, of not refusing to rest, even here. Lord Ronsdale's glance narrowed; he hesitated an instant.
The captain, with solicitude, pressed a flask on him; the nobleman drank deeply. "There; that'll pick you up." "Beastly foolish!" A color sprang to Lord Ronsdale's face; he held himself more erect. "Not at all!" Sir Charles interposed. "A man can't help a bad liver or a bad heart. One of those inscrutable visitations of Providence! But shall we go on? You're sure you're quite yourself?" "Quite!"
"Knows? Yes; he found that out one day in Hyde Park, never mind how; about the same time I, too, learned something." "And yet he deliberately comes down here, dares to leave London where at least his chances are better for but why? It is unreasonable; I don't understand." "Why?" Lord Ronsdale's smile was not agreeable.
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