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Something which was almost like the ghost of a smile, devoid of any trace of humour, parted Mr. Grex's lips. "If I count that for anything!" he repeated, half closing his eyes for a moment. "Pray proceed, young man." "I am an American," Richard continued. "My name is Richard Lane. My father was very wealthy and I am his heir. My sister is Lady Weybourne.
Lord Weybourne came hurrying from the bar, a tumbler in his hand. "How nice of you!" Violet exclaimed gratefully. "Really, I feel that this is just what I need. I wonder what time it is?" "Half past four," Lord Weybourne announced, glancing at his watch. She laughed weakly. "How stupid of me! I have been between here and the Casino for nearly twelve hours, and had nothing to eat.
Do come along and be chaperone." Lady Weybourne laughed. "I shall be delighted," she declared. "I have seen you here once or twice before, haven't I, Miss Grex, and some one told me that you were Russian. I suppose you are not in the least used to the free and easy ways of us Westerners, but you'll come and have some tea with us, won't you?" The girl hesitated. Fate was too strong for her.
"According to the route we mapped out this afternoon," said Herbert, "We are now scheduled to give exhibitions at the coast towns of Salthouse and Weybourne, but " "Not with me!" exclaimed Birrell fiercely. "Those towns have been tipped off by now by Blakeney and Cley, and the Boy Scouts would club us to death. I vote we take the back roads to Morston, and drop in on a lonely Coast Guard.
Fedora glanced at the watch upon her wrist and held out her hand to Lady Weybourne. "I am sorry," she said, "but I must hurry away now. It is very kind of you to ask me to come and see you, Lady Weybourne. I shall be charmed." Richard ignored her fingers. "I am going to see you down to your car, if I may," he begged. They left the room together.
"I heard her tell the man she was with this morning her father, I believe about an hour ago, that she would be at Ciro's at half-past one. It's twenty minutes to two now." Lady Weybourne laughed heartily. "So that's why you dragged me out of bed and made me come to lunch with you! Dick, what a fraud you are!
Her brother, Richard Lane, on the other hand, was tall, very broad-shouldered, with a strong, clean-shaven face, inclined by disposition to be taciturn. On this particular morning he had less even than usual to say, and although Lady Weybourne, who was a great chatterbox, was content as a rule to do most of the talking for herself, his inattention became at last a little too obvious.
"I can't ask her because I don't know her yet," the young man explained doggedly. Lady Weybourne leaned back in her chair and laughed. "So that's it!" she exclaimed. "Now I know why you're sitting there like an owl this morning! In love with a fair unknown, are you, Dick? Be careful.
Lady Weybourne looked after her admiringly. "Say, she's got some pluck, Harry!" she murmured. "They say she lost nearly a hundred mille to-night and she never even mentioned her losings. Irritating, indeed! I wonder what Sir Henry thinks of it. They are only moderately well off." Her husband shrugged his shoulders, after the fashion of his sex.
"Those things aren't likely to trouble me," he remarked. "Harris is all right, and I've promised him we'll make up a little party and go over to Cannes in a day or two." "What a ripping idea!" Lady Weybourne declared, breaking up her thin toast between her fingers. "I'd love it, and so would Harry. We could easily get together a delightful party.
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