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Stanmore's name was brought into the colloquy she should have drawn nearer the door of the partition, and well not tried to avoid overhearing as much as possible of their dialogue. The action of the farce amused her at first. It was soon to become interesting, exciting, terrible, even to the verge of tragedy. "That makes my task easier," continued Mr. Ryfe.
By an easy transition, she glided on to Dick Stanmore's honest and respectful admiration, his courtesy, his kindness, his unfailing forbearance and good humour. Bearwarden was not always good-humoured she had found that out already.
Stanmore's ball, and these last-named gentlemen are going there, with feelings how different, yet with the same object. Dick is full of confidence, elated and supremely happy. His entertainer experiences a quiet comfort and bien-être stealing over him, to which he has long been a stranger, while Tom Ryfe with every mouthful swallows down some emotion of jealousy, humiliation, or mistrust.
Who could tell what that very night might bring forth? Mr. Stanmore's glass remained untasted before him, and Lord Bearwarden observing that dinner was over, and his guests seemed disinclined to drink any more wine, proposed an adjournment to the little mess-room to smoke.
As relating to an interesting point raised by the 'Greville Memoirs, and also as, to some extent, carrying out Reeve's intention, it is here reprinted, with Lord Stanmore's express permission. Sir, It is only recently that the two new volumes of the 'Greville Memoirs' lately published have reached Ceylon.
What he expected I am at a loss to explain; but although, while pacing up and down the street, he vowed every turn should be the last, he had completed his nineteenth, and was on the eve of commencing his twentieth, when Mrs. Stanmore's carriage rolled up to the door, stopping with a jerk, to discharge itself of that lady and Maud, looking cool, fresh, and unrumpled as when they started.
Joan Rest is the daughter of Charles Stanmore the man I am accused of murdering. This afternoon I advised her to have some one to live with her a relative. She is sending for the only one she has. It is her aunt, Stanmore's housekeeper the woman I insulted past forgiveness." Not for an instant did Buck's expression change. "Why did you advise that?" he asked.
Presently the "round" dance came to an end, much to the relief of the ugly man, who cared, indeed, for ladies as little as ladies cared for him; and Dick hastened to secure Miss Bruce as a partner for the approaching "square." She was engaged, of course, six deep, but she put off all her claimants and took Mr. Stanmore's arm.
Simply an impossible duck!" "Would you like to see her?" asked the painter, laughing. "She'll be here in five minutes. I do believe that's her step on the stairs now." A strange wild hope thrilled through Dick Stanmore's heart.
Lord Aberdeen was therefore determined to remain at his post, because Lord John was unpopular with the Cabinet, and Palmerston with the Court, and because he knew that the accession to power of either of them would mean the adoption of a spirited foreign policy. Sir Theodore Martin's Life of the Prince Consort, ii. 530, 531. Lord Stanmore's Earl of Aberdeen, p. 234.
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