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Wharton, who had stepped aside, knit his brows and flashed his quizzing-glass through sheer force of habit upon Lord Rotherby.
Did you not ask me to sit in judgment upon this matter? And unless you confess to me, how am I to absolve you?" "I did not crave your absolution. You take too much upon yourself." "So said Lord Rotherby. You seem to have something in common when all is said." She bit her lip in chagrin. They paced in silence to the lawn's end, and turned again. Then: "You treat me like a fool," she reproved him.
"Why did ye throw it in my face?" demanded Mr. Green. "What purpose did ye look to serve but one of treason? Answer me that!" "I didn't like the way ye looked at me. 'Twas wanting respect, and I bethought me I would lessen the impudence of your expression. Have ye any other foolish questions for me?" And he looked again from Green to Rotherby, including both in his inquiry. "No?" He rose.
"Codso!" she swore, "I may take it, then, that your saving her as ye call it was no accident." "Indeed it was, ma'am and a most fortunate accident for your son." "For my son? As how?" "It saved him from hanging, ma'am," Mr. Caryll informed her, and gave her something other than the baiting of Hortensia to occupy her mind. "Hang?" she gasped. "Are you speaking of Lord Rotherby?"
"'Tis what I will ask Rotherby to help me to discover," she informed him. "Rotherby?" he cried. "Would you tell that villain what you suspect? Would you arm him with another weapon for my undoing?" "Ha!" said she. "You admit so much, then?" And she laughed disdainfully.
Green staggered forward with swollen eyes, his face inflamed with rage, and with something else that was not quite apparent to Rotherby. "My lord!" he cried in a loud, angry voice. Rotherby caught his wrist and checked him. "Sh! sir," he said gravely. "Not here." And he pushed him out again, her ladyship following them.
"No, not a companion," she interposed gently. "You must not think that, Capitaine Rotherby. He was just a person who who had to come. You are not cross with me," she asked, lifting her eyes a little timidly to mine, "that there are some things which I do not tell you?" "No, I am not cross!" I answered slowly.
"I know everything except one thing," he said, "and that we shall both of us know before the day is out. Our friend Delora has played a great game. Even now I cannot tell you whether he has played to win or to lose. Since you have been so kind as to look me up, Captain Rotherby," he went on, "let us spend a little time together.
"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?"
He wondered vaguely was Lord Rotherby in appearance at all like their common father; but beyond that he gave little thought to the tie that bound them. Indeed, he has placed it upon record that, saving in such moments of high stress as followed in their later connection, he never could remember that they were the sons of the same parent.
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