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The Duke sat like a rock in his place and finished what he was saying, though no one noticed it. Miss Skeat clutched her silver fruit-knife till her knuckles shone again, and she set her teeth. Mr.
Miss Skeat also stopped speaking suddenly, for as she mentioned his name she looked naturally towards the door, supposing him to be standing there, and she just saw his head disappear from between the curtains. Margaret turned her eyes and saw Miss Skeat's astonishment. "Well, what about Dr. Claudius?" she asked.
It is so much pleasanter, and you feel as if you never had gone out of your own house." "The fact is," said he, plunging, "I am going to take my sister, and I would like to have a little party. Will you not join us yourself, Countess, and Miss Skeat?" "Really, Duke, you are very kind. But I was not thinking of going home just yet." "It is a long time since you have been there. Not since "
If he is at all civilised we will have him to dinner." "By all means," said Miss Skeat with alacrity. She liked intelligent society, and the Countess had of late indulged in a rather prolonged fit of solitude. Miss Skeat took the last novel one of Tourguéneff's from the table and, armed with a paper-cutter, began to read to her ladyship. It was late when Mr.
Hold on though, Miss Skeat is going." "Miss Skeat?" Claudius anticipated some chaff from his friend, and knit his brows a little. "Yes; Miss Skeat and the Countess; or, perhaps I should say the Countess and Miss Skeat." "Ah!" ejaculated Claudius, "any one else?" "Not that I know of. Will you go?" "It is rather sudden," said the Doctor reflectively.
"If I go I would like to see Madeira," and "if we join you, you must take care of Miss Skeat, and give her the best cabin," etc. etc. The Duke wisely abstained from pressing his cause, or asking why she qualified her plans.
The Countess received them graciously, and Miss Skeat was animated. The flowers that Claudius had sent the day before were conspicuously placed on a table in the drawing-room. Mr. Barker, of course, took in the Countess, and Miss Skeat put her arm in that of Claudius, inwardly wondering how she could have overlooked the fact that he was so excessively handsome.
Barker seemed inclined to laugh at the Doctor's enthusiasm. So she changed the subject, and began asking the American questions about the races on the previous day. "Of course," she said, "I do not go anywhere now." The dinner passed off very pleasantly. Miss Skeat was instructed in the Knickerbocker and Boston peerage, so to speak, by the intelligent Mr.
Barker had guessed the truth, or very near it, and the Duke and he had agreed to keep Claudius and Margaret apart as long as they could. He went aft, and descended to the cabin. There sat Miss Skeat and Lady Victoria reading aloud, just as the Duke had said. He went through the passage and met the steward, or butler, whom he despatched to see if the Countess were in the ladies' cabin.
"Oh, such a funny thing happened to me there," exclaimed the Countess Margaret, innocently falling into the trap. "I was standing just at the edge with Miss Skeat she is my companion, you know and I dropped my parasol, and it fell rattling to the bottom, and suddenly there started, apparently out of space "
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