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It was Kildare; he called and said that Miss Westonhaugh had never seen a tiger, and he seemed anxious to impress upon me his determination that she should. Pshaw! what does Kildare care about brother John?" "Brother John, as you call him, is a better fellow than he looks. I owe a great deal to brother John."
So I was not surprised to find that Miss Westonhaugh would see me; in an interval of the fever she had been moved to a chair in her room, and her brother was with her. I might go in indeed she sent a very urgent message imploring that I would go. I went. The morning sun was beating brightly on the shutters, and the room looked cheerful as I entered.
The lawyer did not return that smile. "What is your name?" he asked shortly and sharply, as if he distrusted me. "Hugh Austin," was my quiet reply. "There is no such name on the list," snapped old Smead, with an authoritative gesture toward those who seemed anxious to enter a protest. "Probably not," I returned, "for I am not a Witherspoon, a Westonhaugh, nor yet a Clapsaddle.
We rode away under the trees. My impression of the whole visit was unsatisfactory. I had thought Mr. Currie Ghyrkins would be there, and that I would be able to engage him in a political discussion. We could have talked income-tax, and cotton duties, and Kabul by the hour, and Miss Westonhaugh and Isaacs would have had a pleasant tête-
I'll drink to Uncle Anthony out of that bottle till there isn't a drop left to tell what was in it!" But the lawyer was in no hurry. "You have forgotten the letter, for the hearing of which you are called together. Mr. Anthony Westonhaugh left behind him a letter. The time is now come for reading it."
His face was ever before me, whether I thought of Miss Westonhaugh, or of the wretched old maharajah, or of Ram Lal the Buddhist. Isaacs was the central figure in every picture, always in the front, always calm and beautiful, always controlling the events around him.
There was no moon yet, but the stars shone out as they shine nowhere save in India, and the evening breeze played pleasantly through the ropes after the long hot day. Miss Westonhaugh assured everybody for the hundredth time that day that she rather liked the smell of cigars, and so we smoked and chatted a little, and presently there was a jerk and a sputtering sneeze from Mr.
The accident had occurred near the middle of the ground, and opposite the place where Miss Westonhaugh and her uncle had taken up their stand to watch the contest.
"You want to see Miss Westonhaugh, and Miss Westonhaugh wants to see tigers! My dear fellow, go in and win; I will back you." "Why do you laugh, Griggs?" asked Isaacs, who saw nothing particularly amusing in what he had said. "Oh, I laughed because another young gentleman expressed the same opinions to me, in identically the same words, this morning." "Mr. Westonhaugh?" "No.
Miss Westonhaugh must have been teasing Lord Steepleton, for he looked flushed and annoyed, and she was in capital spirits. We turned to go back with the party, and by a turn of the wrist Isaacs wheeled his horse to the side of Miss Westonhaugh's, a position he did not again abandon.
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