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Sinope was a bitter surprise to Lord Aberdeen, and the 'furious passion' which Lord Stanmore declares it aroused in England went far to discredit the Coalition Ministry.
Maud thanked him with such a look as would have repaid Dick for a far longer expedition than from Belgravia to Bond Street. "What should I do without you, Mr. Stanmore?" she said. "You always come to the rescue just when I want you most." He coloured with delight. "I like doing things for you," said he simply; "but I don't know that taking a parcel a mile and a half is such a favour after all.
Stanmore good-night, he went up to Maud with a grave, kind face. "We never had our waltz, Miss Bruce," said he; "and and there's a reason, isn't there?" He was white to his very lips. Through all her triumph, she felt a twinge, far keener than she expected, of compunction and remorse. "O, Dick!" she said, "I couldn't help it! Lord Bearwarden proposed to me in that room."
Perhaps it was because of that I spared your life. Perhaps it was because I read your fate, and knew you had to suffer, that I preferred my sister's child should reap the reward of her mother's crime yes, crime. Perhaps it was that while Charles Stanmore lived my hopes and longings were still capable of fulfilment. But he is dead dead years and years ago. And with his death my life went out too.
Poor Dick Stanmore! how badly she had treated him, and perhaps this was to be her punishment. "Bearwarden," she said, crossing the room to lean on the arm of his chair, "we've got to dine at your aunt's to-night. I suppose they will be very late. I wish there were no such things as dinners, don't you?"
Better as it is, perhaps, after all." Mr. Ryfe did not suffer the wheels of his chariot to tarry, nor the grass to grow beneath his feet. Very few minutes elapsed before he found himself waiting in the strangers' room of a club much affected by Dick Stanmore, comforted with a hall-porter's assurance that the gentleman he sought had ordered dinner, and could not fail to arrive almost immediately.
His half-sister, Lady Louisa Russell, was the wife of my half-brother, Lord Abercorn, and Lord John was a frequent guest at Lord Abercorn's villa at Stanmore, where my father habitually passed his Saturdays and Sundays during the session, and where I almost wholly lived.
If there were to be no duel, all the trouble he had taken went for nothing; and even should there be an unseemly fracas, and should a meeting afterwards take place between Lord Bearwarden and Dick Stanmore, what good would it do him, if her ladyship's name were kept out of the quarrel? How he cursed this cockney painter's resolution and good sense!
Tom Ryfe esteemed it an unlooked-for piece of good fortune that turning out of Oxford Street he should meet another hansom going at speed in an opposite direction, and containing yes, he could have sworn to them before any jury in England the faces, very near each other, of Lady Bearwarden and Dick Stanmore. It was enough.
Nobody can "take a seat" under feelings of strong excitement. Dick grasped the proffered chair by the back. "Mr. Rose," he began, "what I have to say to you goes no farther." "O dear, no! certainly not Mr. Stanmore, I believe? I hope I see you well, sir. This is my private room, you understand, sir. Whatever affairs we transact here are in private. How can I accommodate you, Mr. Stanmore?"
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