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Bien he was hired to it by that fine fellow Waverton." "Geoffrey!" Harry gasped. "Even so. Now, Harry, what has Master Geoffrey Waverton against you? If he wanted to murder your father I could understand it. That affair at Pontoise is matter enough for a life or two. Though he should take it gentlemanly. But why must he murder you?" "I am not dead yet," said Harry, and his mouth set.
Colonel Boyce, regarding them with some apprehension, stood himself before the fire and waved off Geoffrey's effusive courtesy. "I hope you have good news for me, Mr. Waverton?" So he opened the attack. "Why, sir, I have considered my engagements," Geoffrey said magnificently. "I believe I could hold myself free for some months if the enterprise were of weight." "You relieve me vastly.
The two gentlemen laughed together over the incompatibility of Harry with gentlemanly diplomacy. "Not but what Harry is a faithful, trusty fellow," said Mr. Waverton, with magnificent condescension. "You are very good to say so. A dolt, sir, a dolt; so much the worse for me. Now, Mr. Waverton, to you I have no need of a word more on the secrecy of the affair.
I'll not disguise from you, Mr. Waverton, that I am something anxious to secure you. I could not find a gentleman so well equipped for this delicate business. You'll observe, 'tis of the first importance that we should have presence, an air, the je ne sais quoi of dignity and family." "Sir, you are very obliging." Geoffrey swallowed it whole. "When I came here I confess I was at my wit's end.
Miss Lambourne was not repulsed. He maintained a steady flow of instruction. She waited, watching him. By this time Colonel Boyce was growing tired of his Duke of Marlborough and his State secrets, and seeking diversion. "Odds fish, it's a hard road that leads to fortune. You are happy, Mr. Waverton. You were born with yours."
Why, to be sure, our Geoffrey always means to tell the truth having, God bless him, no imagination. But you'll remark what when he tells a tale, it's Mr. Waverton has always the beau role. He sees the world like that, dear lad. So I should be glad to hear the Caledonian gentleman's notion of what happened." "I see. You'll make that your defence. Geoffrey imagined it all."
A wakeful nightingale who long Had mourn'd within, the Shade Sweetly renewed her plaintive song And warbled through the Glade." On the coming of the men the wakeful nightingale broke off her plaintive song abruptly. Lady Waverton, who was again at full length on her couch, then opened her eyes. "Delicious, delicately delicious," she sighed. "Why did you stop, dear?" she controlled a yawn.
Alison was turned away from her and too much engaged to hear or be aware of her. "Here is Miss Burford," said Waverton in a hurry. Alison whirled upon her. "You! You have nothing to do here." "My dear Alison!" Waverton protested. "Miss Burford, your very obedient." Susan made him a small leisurely curtsy and sat down. "Oh, please give me a dish of tea," she said.
But he had some excuse for his uneasiness. It was the evening of his conversation with my Lord Sunderland, and that fiasco had stimulated him, you know, to a grand exploit. He was waiting for news of it. The twilight darkened early. Mr. Waverton pushed the window open wider, and leaned out only to come in again in a hurry as if he were afraid of being seen.
God warn us, I have no commission. I can tell you what I thought of Waverton and his tale. Did I believe it? Ods fish, I never remember believing Geoffrey. If he had to tell you two and two was four, he would pretend that his genius first discovered it. So I don't know what happened at Pontoise. Likely the old Colonel did mix him up in some plot which some other fellows smoked.
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