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"The library!" he remarked reflectively. "Ah!" He stooped down to light a cigarette. Suddenly he felt Duncombe's hot breath upon his cheek. In the momentary glow of the match he caught a silhouette of a pale, angry face, whose eyes were flashing upon him. "This isn't your affair, Spencer. Shut up!" Spencer blew out the match deliberately. They both followed Lord Runton to the library.
Duncombe laid down his cue and strolled towards the sideboard, where his guest was already mixing himself a whisky and soda. "By the by, Runton," he said, "have you seen anything of our friend Von Rothe since that little affair at your place?" Lord Runton shook his head. "Not once," he answered.
"Then," Lord Runton continued, "I want to tell you exactly what has happened to-day in my house, and to ask your advice. May I?" "If our host has no objection," Spencer answered, glancing towards Pelham. "None whatever," Duncombe answered, also glancing towards Pelham. There was a moment's silence. Pelham raised his head. "If Lord Runton desires it, I will withdraw," he said slowly.
Fielding and his daughter simply drove off. Von Rothe is dealing with the affair in his own way." "It is a most extraordinary story," Spencer said quietly. Lord Runton turned towards him. "I have treated you with confidence, Mr. Spencer," he said. "Will you tell me now why you called at my house to see Mr. Fielding to-day?" Spencer hesitated, but only for a moment. "Certainly," he said.
"Visitors by the last train going up to Runton Place," he remarked. "Runton has quite a large party for the first. Hullo! They're stopping. I'd better go out." He rose from his chair. The omnibus had stopped in the lane, and they could hear the voices of the occupants clearly through the soft darkness. Some one was apparently getting out, and stumbled.
Just a desire to see a few foreign countries before he settled down to live the life of a country gentleman." "You believe that he had no other reason?" "I think I may go so far as to say that I am sure of it," Pelham answered. "One more question," Spencer added, intervening. But the question remained unasked. The butler had opened the dining-room door and was announcing Lord Runton.
Perhaps she was only anxious that he should not misunderstand. "George, are you ready?" his host called out. "We're going to take Smith's pastures." "Quite!" Duncombe answered. "Until this evening, Miss Fielding." "You are dining at Runton Place?" she asked quietly. "Yes," he answered. "Will you tell me all about your Andrew Pelham?" She raised her eyes to his and smiled.
The Baron gave her as much of his attention as he was ever disposed to bestow upon any one at meal-times, and Duncombe almost forgot that he had breakfasted at eight o'clock. "Charming young person, that!" said Lady Runton's neighbor to her. "One of our future Duchesses, I suppose?" Lady Runton smiled. "Lots of money, Teddy," she answered. "What a pity you haven't a title!"
The girl is very handsome. You'll see her at dinner to-night." "Here for long?" "No, unfortunately," Lord Runton answered. "I had very hard work to get them to come at all. Cicely has written them three or four times, I think, but they've always had engagements. They're only staying till Monday, I think. Very quiet, inoffensive sort of chap, Fielding, but the girl's a ripper! Hullo! Here they are.
I could give you other reasons if you wanted them." "Quite enough," Duncombe answered. "What do you suppose would be the casus belli?" "The progress of the Russian fleet through English waters," Lord Runton answered promptly. "Russia's interest in such a misunderstanding would be, of course, immense.
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