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"Good God! he hesitates!" Lady Jane sternly repeated her question. "Is that lady your wife?" He roused his scoundrel-courage, and said the fatal word: "No!" Mrs. Vanborough staggered back. She caught at the white curtains of the window to save herself from falling, and tore them. She looked at her husband, with the torn curtain clenched fast in her hand. She asked herself, "Am I mad? or is he?"
Will you excuse what must seem to you a very strange request? I should like to see the dining-room again, if there is no objection, and if I am disturbing nobody." The "strange requests" of rich men are of the nature of "privileged communications," for this excellent reason, that they are sure not to be requests for money. Mr. Vanborough was shown into the dining-room.
Vanborough, standing silent at her side looked, and started back in terror. "Take me away!" she cried, shrinking from the ghastly face that confronted her with the fixed stare of agony in the great, glittering eyes. "Take me away! That woman will murder me!" Mr. Vanborough gave her his arm and led her to the door. There was dead silence in the room as he did it.
"Whatever the mistake may be," she said, "you are responsible for it. You certainly told me this lady was your friend's wife." "What!!!" cried Mrs. Vanborough loudly, sternly, incredulously. The inbred pride of the great lady began to appear behind the thin outer veil of politeness that covered it. "I will speak louder if you wish it," she said. "Mr.
Mind, if she comes here, she's only to look into the room, and go out again. If she wants to ask questions, she must go to the agent." Mr. Delamayn interfered once more, in the interests, this time, of the lady of the house. "Might it not be desirable," he suggested, "to consult Mrs. Vanborough before you quite decide?" "Where's your mistress?"
The moment they hear of John's Artesian well, they look as if they never drank water. And, if they happen to pass my poultry-yard, they instantly lose all appreciation of the merits of a fresh egg!" Mr. Kendrew laughed. "I have been through it all in my time," he said. "The people who want to take a house are the born enemies of the people who want to let a house. Odd isn't it, Vanborough?" Mr.
I'll have a glass of wine." Mr. Vanborough rose to his feet without replying, and took a turn in the room impatiently. Scoundrel as he was in intention, if not yet in act the loss of the oldest friend he had in the world staggered him for the moment. "This is an awkward business, Delamayn," he said. "What would you advise me to do?" Mr. Delamayn shook his head, and sipped his claret.
The well-informed person shook his head. Mr. Vanborough was rich; Mr. Van borough was a sound man in every sense of the word; but nobody liked him. He had done very well the first year, and there it had ended. He was undeniably clever, but he produced a disagreeable impression in the House. He gave splendid entertainments, but he wasn't popular in society.
Vanborough started. His eyes fell, for the first time, before the eyes of his friend. "What do you know about Lady Jane?" he asked. "Nothing. I don't move in Lady Jane's world but I do go sometimes to the opera. I saw you with her last night in her box; and I heard what was said in the stalls near me. You were openly spoken of as the favored man who was singled out from the rest by Lady Jane.
She inflicted reproof in the present without excluding hope in the future. "I have made a very painful discovery," she said, gravely, to Mr. Vanborough. "It rests with you to persuade me to forget it! Good-evening!" She accompanied the last words by a farewell look which aroused Mrs. Vanborough to frenzy. She sprang forward and prevented Lady Jane from leaving the room. "No!" she said.
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