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Tudor's history followed, and then the inevitable question: "Who is Cartwright?" Fate ordained that this question was answered by a man who knew that Cartwright was Carteret; and so, at last, the unhappy father realised how diabolically he had been hoaxed. Of his suffering it becomes us not to speak; of his just anger something remains to be said.
It was all so still in the chapel, not a word of sympathy; even a word of reproach would have been acceptable to the miserable man, who could not read beneath the surface, the tumult of varied feelings which were surging through the hearts of the congregation. Suddenly two heavy paws were resting on his knee, and Tudor's warm breath was on his face as he tried to lick the old man's bare forehead.
The English bishops, he averred, drew their consecration through the bishops in Mary Tudor's time from the Pope.
"I am in earnest. I know exactly what I am saying. I don't talk at random. She loved you. She wants you. You've lived for yourself all your life. Now you've got to live for her." Tudor's voice was low and vehement. A faint sparkle came into Piers' eyes as he heard it. "By George!" he said softly. "You're rather a brick, what? But haven't you thought what might happen if if I went out after all?
It was growing darker every moment. Only her window shone like a beacon in the gloom. How long would he have to wait? How long? How long? He had brought a doctor with him in obedience to Mrs. Lorimer's message, transmitting Tudor's desire. Tudor was not satisfied.
People were openly watching the rivalry between Lennox Tudor and himself, watching and speculating as to the result. And he, about to be ignominiously removed from the conflict by his grandfather, at Tudor's suggestion, had become the laughing-stock of the place. Piers' teeth nearly met in his lower lip. Let them laugh! And let them chatter!
She turned eagerly to meet him. "Oh, how is the Squire this morning? Have you been up to the Abbey yet?" "The Squire!" echoed Miss Whalley. "Is he ill? I was not aware of it." Avery's eyes were fixed on Tudor's face, and all in a moment she realized that he had been up all night. He did not seem to notice Miss Whalley, but spoke to Avery, and to her alone. "I have just come back from the Abbey.
There was an undercurrent of something that was almost sympathy in his voice as he made reply. "The fellow was more or less drunk, but I am afraid he was rather circumstantial. He recognized in you a man who had killed some chum of his years ago, in Queensland." "Well?" said Piers. Just the one word, uttered like a command! Tudor's softer impulse passed.
Phil came to an abrupt pause; then, as if some inner force had suddenly come to his assistance, he straightened himself and tackled the matter afresh. "I came to tell you, sir," he said, meeting Tudor's eyes squarely, "that I have nothing to be ashamed of. In case" he paused momentarily "you should misunderstand what you saw half an hour ago, I thought it better to speak at once."
I give it you. Beyond that I permit myself no thoughts except such as any man is entitled to concerning any woman. You used the word "plot" when you came in. What did you refer to? If Mr. Tudor has He could not proceed. 'As I left Mr. Tudor's flat a few minutes since, said Camilla quietly, producing a revolver from the folds of her cloak, 'I picked up this. It may or may not be loaded.
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