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Hardyman proceeded, in his easy, matter-of-course way. "Lady Lydiard told me, when I had the pleasure of meeting you at her house, that you had an aunt living in the country. I have a good memory, Miss Isabel, for anything that I hear about You! It's your aunt, isn't it? Yes? I know everybody about hew. What is your aunt's name?"
Sweetsir as a defaulter, and have him turned out of his clubs, and turned out of the betting-ring. Ruin stared him in the face if he failed to pay his debt to Mr. Hardyman on the last day left to him the day after the note was lost.
Hardyman might, in that case, plead with his Imperial correspondent for a delay in his departure of a few days more; and the marriage might still take place before he left England. On the next morning the whole of the invitations were sent out, excepting the invitation to Hardyman's father and mother.
She burst into a passionate fit of tears; and in the safe solitude of her own room, the despairing words escaped her, "I wish I had died before I met with Alfred Hardyman!" As the days wore on, disappointments and difficulties seemed by a kind of fatality to beset the contemplated announcement of the marriage.
Before a word more could pass between them, Hardyman's voice was audible on the other side of the shrubbery, calling irritably to his servant to find Lady Lydiard. Moody retired to the further end of the walk, while Lady Lydiard advanced in the opposite direction, so as to meet Hardyman at the entrance to the shrubbery.
"What can I tell you, sir?" she asked innocently. Hardyman pressed his advantage without mercy. "You can tell me what sort of dog he is?" "Yes, sir." "How old he is?" "Yes, sir." "What his name is? what his temper is? what his illness is? what diseases his father and mother had? what " Isabel's head began to turn giddy. "One thing at a time, sir!" she interposed, with a gesture of entreaty.
"What can you possibly be thinking of?" he asked. She gave him no answer; she only looked at him reproachfully, and tried to release herself. Hardyman held her hand faster than ever. "I believe you think me an infernal scoundrel!" he said. "I can stand a good deal, Miss Isabel, but I can't stand that. How have I failed in respect toward you, if you please?
We met in the boat yesterday crossing the Channel. You know him by name, of course? Lord Rotherfield's youngest son, Alfred Hardyman." "The owner of the stud farm? The man who has bred the famous racehorses?" cried Lady Lydiard. "My dear Felix, how can I presume to trouble such a great personage about my dog?" Felix burst into his genial laugh.
Hardyman promised to have the dog looked for in every part of the farm, and to send him back in the care of one of his own men. With these polite assurances Lady Lydiard was obliged to be satisfied. She drove away in a very despondent frame of mind. "First Isabel, and now Tommie," thought her Ladyship. "I am losing the only companions who made life tolerable to me."
Isabel instantly protested against this misrepresentation of what she had really said, "Oh, Mr. Hardyman, you quite mistake me!" He answered her very much as he had answered Lady Lydiard, when she had tried to make him understand his proper relations towards Isabel. "No, no; I don't mistake you. I agree to every word you say.
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