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"I would remind you, Rotherby, that time is pressing," said he. "I shall not keep you long," was Rotherby's cold reply, and Mr. Caryll went out. "What now, Charles?" asked his mother. "Is this child to remain?" "It is the child that is to remain," said his lordship. "Will your ladyship do me the honor, too, of waiting in the ante-room?" and he held the door for her.
This to Falgate, whose name was Francis, and who delighted in the feminine diminutive which his intimates used toward him. "Come help me with my clothes." "I vow to Gad," protested Mr. Falgate, advancing to the task. "I make but an indifferent valet, my dear." Mr. Caryll stood thoughtful a moment when Rotherby's wishes had been made known to him.
Caryll, who was watching him with a gleam of amusement that infernally irritating amusement of his in his gray-green eyes. "Well?" he demanded foolishly, "have you naught to say?" "I had thought," returned Mr. Caryll, "that I had said enough." And the duke laughed aloud. Rotherby's lip was curled. "Ha! You don't think, now, that you may have said too much?" Mr. Caryll stifled a yawn.
I do not think that your ladyship shows us a becoming gratitude. It is but natural that we fellow-workers in your ladyship's and Lord Rotherby's interests, should have a word to say to each other on the score of those labors which have made us colleagues." Her ladyship measured him with a malignant eye. "Are you quite mad, sir?" she asked him. He shrugged and smiled.
It was the first time he had run against him since that day, over a week ago, at Stretton House, and at sight of him now all Rotherby's spleen was moved. He stood and stared, his dark eyes narrowing, his cheeks flushing slightly under their tan. Wharton, who had approached him, observing his sudden halt, his sudden look of concentration, asked him shortly what might ail him.
Thither he sent her and her child Rotherby's child making that noble domain a christening-gift to the boy, for whom he had stood sponsor at the font. And he did his work of love in the background. He was the god in the machine; no more. No single opportunity of thanking him did he afford her. He effaced himself that she might not see the sorrow she occasioned him, lest it should increase her own.
But you'll remember Rotherby, the captain of the first eleven? A fine chap that. He's dead now, eh?" "Yes," the doctor said, "Rotherby's dead." He was looking with an intent scrutiny at the scarred and bandaged face on the pillow. He had felt from the first that this man was no ordinary ranker. Yet till that moment it had never occurred to him that they might have met before.
"It is for the purpose of ascertaining that fact," resumed the second secretary, entirely unruffled, "for the purpose of ascertaining it before taking any steps that would seem to acknowledge it, that my Lord Carteret has desired me to wait upon you that you may place me in possession of the circumstances that have come to your knowledge." Rotherby's countenance betrayed his growing impatience.
"What does it mean?" demanded Rotherby, thrusting himself forward, and scowling from one to the other of them. "What d'ye mean, Hortensia?" "I am Mr. Caryll's betrothed wife," she answered quietly. Rotherby's mouth fell open, but he made no sound. Not so her ladyship. A peal of shrill laughter broke from her. "La! What did I tell you, Charles?"
Caryll suddenly wrenched the hand away from the fellow and the wrist out of Lord Rotherby's grip. "A moment, my lord, as you value your honor and your possessions!" he insisted. "Let me speak with Lord Ostermore first. Take me before him." "You are before him now," said Rotherby. "Say on!" "I demand to see Lord Ostermore." "I am Lord Ostermore," said Rotherby. "You? Since when?" said Mr.
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