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Updated: June 29, 2025
Therefore it occurred that on the afternoon referred to Lady Anstruthers appeared crossing the sward with two male visitors in her wake. "Lord Dunholm and Lord Westholt," said Betty, rising. For this meeting between the men Selden was, without doubt, responsible. While his father talked to Mount Dunstan, Westholt explained that they had come athirst for the catalogue.
There was a slight accident and we were thrown together for a few moments. Afterwards I met him by chance again. I did not know who he was." Lord Westholt showed signs of hesitation anew. In fact, he was rather disturbed. She evidently did not know anything whatever of the Mount Dunstans.
"Why have you not danced with him before, Betty?" "He has not asked me," Betty answered. "That is the only reason." "Lord Dunholm and Lord Westholt called at the Mount a few days after they met him at Stornham," Rosalie explained in an undertone. "They wanted to know him. Then it seems they found they liked each other. Lady Dunholm has been telling me about it.
Also that she was only a brilliant bird of passage, who, in a few months, would be caught in the dazzling net of the great world. And that even Lord Westholt and Dunholm Castle were not quite what she might expect. Lady Mary was sincerely interested. She drove it home in her ardour.
When he had begun to decide that Lord Westholt did not seem to be the man Fate was veering towards, he not unnaturally cast a mental eye over such other persons as the letters mentioned. At exactly what period his thought first dwelt a shade anxiously on Mount Dunstan he could not have told, but he at length became conscious that it so dwelt.
The final words broke forth with such a suggestion of sudden anxiety that, in spite of himself, Westholt laughed involuntarily, and his father, turning to look at him, laughed also. But he recovered his seriousness. "It was all rather a muddle at first," he went on.
She was thinking of Mount Dunstan as "the other man," and spoke of him. "You know Lord Mount Dunstan?" she said. Westholt hesitated slightly. "Yes and no," he answered, after the hesitation. "No one knows him very well. You have not met him?" with a touch of surprise in his tone. "He was a passenger on the Meridiana when I last crossed the Atlantic.
The half-defined anxiety he felt now was not a new thing, but he confessed to himself that it had been spurred a little by the letter the last steamer had brought him. It was NOT Lord Westholt, it definitely appeared. He had asked her to be his wife, and she had declined his proposal. "I could not have LIKED a man any more without being in love with him," she wrote.
"One wants to know and make friends with her. We must drive over and call. I confess, I rather congratulate myself that Anstruthers is not at home." "So do I," Westholt answered. "One wonders a little how far he and his sister-in-law will 'foregather' when he returns. He's an unpleasant beggar." A few days later Mrs. Brent, returning from a call on Mrs.
"If you will allow me to say so," put in Westholt, "so have I quite fatally." "That," said his father, with speculation in his eye, "is more serious." G. Selden, awakening to consciousness two days later, lay and stared at the chintz covering of the top of his four-post bed through a few minutes of vacant amazement. It was a four-post bed he was lying on, wasn't it?
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