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I shall scold him when I see him, but I suppose it will be a long time before he dare come to London." "He said that he would first need to make his peace with the Prince Regent, and I don't believe he will do anything in the matter himself." "Well, he has friends, and we can afford to let the killing of such a man as Lord Wargrove in a loyal duel stand to his credit a little while longer.
She had better be a peeress in her own right and married with the left hand to my father's son, than stay here to spend her life with the first clodhopper who will make her his housekeeper, instead of, what she was born to be, the toast of London society." "You are sure about the title," queried my Lord Wargrove cynically, "or are you only going to promise like the rest of them?"
"I see," said Earl Raincy, "between the two of you, you could have accounted for an army of Duke's favourites!" "Perhaps," said Julian Wemyss, "but to get back to what we were saying, the question is what are we to do with Patsy? I do not mean to spend my whole life in exile, and though we simply could not let Wargrove pass, we cannot go on fighting duels for the sake of this young woman.
"If you were not Debby would not have let me become engaged to you," she finished childishly. "Debby made inquiries about me," said Paul, laughing, to cheer her. "Yes! she sent Bart to Wargrove and found out all about me and my family and my respected father. She wished to be certain that I was a proper lover for her darling."
"You have your house and your position. It is true that you have killed Lord Wargrove, but if he had not been a friend of the Regent and a confidant of Lyonesse, you might have walked the streets of London after a month or so, and no man would have dreamed of disquieting you. I am in a wholly different case. They are eager to see me hanged, and would not hesitate to make it high treason "
But he will hold his peace for the sake of a certain great lady. Oh, Wemyss is a man. He quitted his post at Vienna rather than bring a lady's name into a quarrel, in course of which he was challenged. Now ambassadors do not fight duels, so he resigned and killed his man. I was there at the time." "Ah," said my Lord Wargrove, thoughtfully, "so he is a wine of that vintage, is he?
By it he saw that he would put the son of the King, and with him my Lord of Wargrove, under everlasting obligations such obligations as could not be denied or escaped.
"No, no," Louis broke in; "not the Prince, though that is a pity too. I should liked have a whack at him " "Well, never mind Stair Garland had one, and they say that he will hardly ever walk straight again. But whom has Uncle Ju killed? I knew if he heard of it he would kill somebody. He did once before." "Lord Wargrove. They fought on the beach at Calais.
But he took a glass of wine, and, after draining it, he said, speaking quietly and leaning a little towards the two gentlemen, "I have had the misfortune to kill my Lord Wargrove in a duel on Calais sands." "Gad," said the Earl, "if it had only been his master! But so far, so good!" "Why did you come back here?" put in Adam. "Why did you come back from France?"
Simon Beecot was a country gentleman with a small income, a small estate and a mind considerably smaller than either. He dwelt at Wargrove in Essex and spent his idle hours of which he possessed a daily and nightly twenty-four in snarling at his faded wife and in snapping between whiles at his son. Mrs.
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