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Listening, I must acknowledge, with an absent mind, my attention was suddenly seized by Mrs. Roylake without the slightest conscious effort towards that end, on the part of the lady herself. The first words that startled me, in her flow of speech, were these: "And I must not forget to tell you of poor Lord Uppercliff's misfortune. He had a fall, some time since, and broke his leg.
My favorite studies of the insect-world seemed to have lost their value in my estimation. In the silence and the darkness I lay down under a tree, and let my mind dwell on myself and on my new life to come. I am Gerard Roylake, son and only child of the late Gerard Roylake of Trimley Deen. At twenty-two years of age, my father's death had placed me in possession of his large landed property.
Roylake and I were together again, on our way home, I was prepared to hear the praise of Lady Lena, followed by a delicate examination into the state of my heart. Neither of these anticipations was realized. Once more, my clever stepmother had puzzled me. Mrs.
"In the meanwhile," Mrs. Roylake continued, "I must tell you excuse me for laughing; it seems so very absurd that you should not know who Lord Uppercliff's daughters are I must tell you that Lady Rachel is the eldest. She is married to the Honorable Captain Millbay, of the Navy, now away in his ship.
He had got over his fright, and had recovered his temper. The respectful side of him was turned to me again. "Your master is with Mr. Toller?" "Yes, sir." What I felt, amply justified the lawyer in having exacted a promise from me to keep carefully out of the Cur's presence. "You might knock him on the head again, Mr. Roylake, and might hit a little too hard next time."
His master answered: "Let it alone." "I make the tea at other times," the man persisted, looking at me. "What does he say? Write it down for me, Mr. Roylake. I beg you will write it down." There was anger in his eyes as he made that request. I took his book, and wrote the words harmless words, surely? He read them, and turned savagely to his unfortunate servant.
I had put the jug back in its place, and was returning to Cristel, when the poisoner showed himself, entering from the servant's room. "Don't be alarmed," he said. "Gloody's name ought to be Glutton. An attack of giddiness, thoroughly well deserved. I have relieved him. You remember, Mr. Roylake, that I was once a surgeon " The broken claret jug caught his eye.
An Englishman of the last generation would, as I have since been informed, have set him down as a retired prize-fighter. Thanks to my ignorance of the pugilistic glories of my native country, I was totally at a loss what to make of him. "Have I the honor of speaking to Mr. Roylake?" he asked.
'We are so fond of our ugly husbands; they set us off to such advantage. Oh, I don't report what they say; I speak the language in which they think. Mr. Roylake, does it strike you that the Cur is a sad cynic? My charming young friends, you both look shocked; you both shake your heads. Perhaps I am in one of my tolerant humors to-day; I see nothing disgraceful in being a Cur.
Roylake; only wretched. When may I expect you? Choose your own evening next week." Who could help pitying him? Compared with my sound sweet dreamless sleep, what dreadful nights were his! I accepted his invitation as a matter of course. When we had completed our arrangements, it was time for me to think of returning to Trimley Deen.
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