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You can take it as said.... I'm going to see what's happening." But as she went to the door there came footsteps and voices outside; and the next moment the door opened suddenly, and Lord Talgarth, followed by his son and the Rector, burst into the room. I am very sorry to have to say it, but the thirteenth Earl of Talgarth was exactly like a man in a book and not a very good book.
Just as he came opposite the gates great iron-work affairs with ramping eagles and a Gothic lodge smothered in ivy the man ran out and began to wheel them back, after a hasty salute to his pastor; and the Rector, turning, saw a sight that increased his complacency. It was just Jenny riding with Lord Talgarth, as he knew she was doing that afternoon.
Jack hooked out a couple that were leaning folded against the low wall of yew beneath the window and set them down. "Have a cigar, Jack?" "No, thanks." They were on good terms these two. Jack shot really well, and was smart and deferential. Lord Talgarth asked no more than this from a young man. "Well what's the matter?" Jack left it thoughtfully for Jenny to open the campaign.
There was one dramatic moment, Jack told me, when they found that luncheon had been laid at a high point on the hills from which the great gray mass of Merefield and the shimmer of the lake in front of the house were plainly visible only eight miles away. The flag was flying, too, from the flagstaff on the old keep, showing, according to ancient custom, that Lord Talgarth was at home.
The chauffeur had escaped with a fractured thigh. The peer's name was Lord Talgarth. On the morning of the twenty-fourth a curious little incident happened I dug the facts out of the police news in a small public-house on the outskirts of South London. Obviously it is no more than the sheerest coincidence.
And in the wicker chair, with his mouth wide open, slept Lord Talgarth. "Good gracious!" whispered Jenny. There was a silence, and then like far-off thunder a slow meditative snore. It was not an object of beauty or dignity that they looked upon. "In one second I shall laugh," asserted Jenny, still in a cautious whisper.
It would have been so extremely ironical if he had happened to have been run over on the day on which he became Lord Talgarth. They laid their little plans, too, for the next day. Dick had thought it all out.
He was a Tory, not exactly by choice, but simply for the same reason as he was Church of England because he was unable, in the fiber of him, to imagine anything else. Of course, Lord Talgarth was the principal personage in his world, simply because he was Lord Talgarth and owned practically the whole parish and two-thirds of the next.
Any wavering or hesitation on her part would have meant misery to his friend. But now all was perfectly right, he reflected; and really, after all, it did not matter very much what Lord Talgarth said or did. Frank was a free agent; he was very capable and very lovable; it couldn't possibly be long before something turned up, and then, with Jenny's own money the two could manage very well.
Construct a conventionally theatrical heavy father, of noble family, and you have Lord Talgarth to the life. There really are people like this in the world of whom, too, one can prophesy, with tolerable certainty, how they will behave in any given situation. Certainly, Lord Talgarth was behaving in character now. He had received meek Mr.
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