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He stuffed his hands into his pocket, and studied ways and means; eyes bent on the ground, and the ground helped him, rather a bit of pasteboard did. He picked it up, and read, first in bewilderment then in delight: "New York to Castleton." A ticket! all properly stamped, and paid for, undoubtedly.
"He says his name is Gower," returned Lord Castleton, dryly, as he inhaled the Beaudesert mixture. "And where is he now, with Mr. Trevanion?" "Yes, I believe so. Ah! here we are Fudge & Fidget! But perhaps," added Lord Castleton, with a gleam of hope in his blue eye, "perhaps they are not at home!"
"It is all yours, if you can win it; but I warn you, beware, for I shall have your jewel and your letters of credit too, if ye keep not sharp watch." "Yes," said Castleton, "Pembroke hath warrant for such speech. The man who can make sept et le va thrice in one evening is hard company for his friends." John Law leaned back comfortably in his chair.
"The interrogation mark," as he was called by his own family, was a typical Castleton, and most cherubic of countenance, though his curls had been sheared in deference to school, spoiling him, so his father declared, for artistic purposes.
The stake had now grown till the money on the hoard meant a matter of hundreds of pounds, which might he removed at any turn the winner chose. It was there but for the stretching out of the hand. Yet this strange genius sat there, scarce deigning to smile at the excited faces of those about him. "I'll lay thee fifty to one that the next turn sees thee lose!" cried Castleton.
"I earnestly wish to make your daughter my wife, and I have her permission to request that you will give your sanction to our marriage when I next return on shore." "A very clear if not a very modest request," exclaimed the baronet, with a well-feigned look of surprise. "Do I understand that Miss Castleton has pledged her hand to you without my sanction?"
What a close call I had!" Booth's sarcastic smile was hidden by the dusk. He made no pretence of openly resenting the meanness of spirit that moved Leslie to these caddish remarks. He merely announced in a dry, cutting voice: "I think Miss Castleton is to be congratulated that her injury is no greater than Nature made it in the beginning." "What do you mean by 'nature'?"
"Must he be told?" in some dismay. "Certainly. Every son should know his own father," she explained, with a quiet laugh. The next day but one was overcast. On cloudy, bleak days Hetty Castleton always felt depressed. Shadowless days, when the sun was obscured, filled her with a curious sense of apprehension, as if when the sun came out again he would not find the world as he had left it.
"You knew it yesterday?" "Certainly," said the major. "The elder Mr. Castleton bared the truly distressing details to me at the Shawnee Club." "In confidence though he told you about it in confidence, didn't he, major?" said Ike Webb, trying to save the old fellow. But the major besottedly wouldn't be saved. "Absolutely not," he said.
If he proposes to me I must not leave him to suppose that I am indifferent to his love." During the morning Miss Castleton did not appear, and many enquiries were made.
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