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Evelyn bent over him. "Trust her to me," she said, with a lovely yearning to comfort and cheer him breathing from her little face. He smiled. "To you and " He did not finish the sentence. After a pause he made a little gesture of farewell which the Duchess understood. She kissed his hand and turned away weeping. "Nurse where is nurse?" said Lord Lackington.
There was a steel cap three or four feet below, and a pike-head; and at the sound of the latch a bearded face looked up. "I see you have a sentry there," said Mr. Buxton carelessly. "Ah! that is one of Mr. Maxwell's men." "Mr. Maxwell's!" said the other, startled. "Is he in this affair too?" "Yes; have you not heard? He came from Great Keynes this morning. Mr. Lackington sent for him." Mr.
Isn't it amazing that that foolish old man has never perceived it?" "He knows nothing?" "Oh, nothing! Nobody does. However, that'll do presently. But Lord Lackington comes here, mumbles about his music and his water-colors, and his flirtations seventy-four, if you please, last birthday! talks about himself endlessly to Julie or to me whoever comes handy and never has an inkling, an idea."
He drank off a glass of claret. "Tell me everything," he said. "Well," said Lackington, "Mr. Thomas Hamon is my informant. He sent up to Sir Francis the message that a lady of the name of Norris had been introduced to him at Rye; because he thought he remembered some stir in the county several years ago about some reconciliations to Rome connected with that name.
The thought, also, of an interview with Lord Lackington which faced me, which I went through as soon as you, Dr. Meredith, and Mr. Delafield had gone, unnerved me. You were good to write to me, and I am grateful indeed. As to your appointment, and your career, you owe no one anything. Everything is in your own hands.
"This, ladies, has been dalliance. I now go to my duties. Read me in the Times to-morrow. I shall make a rattling speech. You see, I shall rub it in." "Montresor?" said the Duchess. Lord Lackington nodded. That afternoon he proposed to strew the floor of the House of Lords with the débris of Montresor's farcical reforms. Suddenly he pulled himself up.
And then Lackington with the aid of the papers ran quickly over the story that Sir Francis had related. "Now do you mean to tell me, John Belton," he added, "that you, a Protestant, and a lad of twelve, are employed on this work by papists, to gather them for mass?" The boy looked at him with the same earnest horror. "Yes, sir, yes, sir," he said, and there was a piteous sob in his voice.
The girl told her mother that, if she could but touch the Duke she would be well. The mother reproved her for her foolish conceit, but the girl did often persuade her mother to go to Lackington to the Duke, who then lay with Mr. Speaks. "Certainly," said she, "I should be well if I could touch him."
Have you heard of any? Tell me." He stooped to her with roguish eagerness. "I like to steal a march on Blanche." So he knew nothing while half their world was talking! It was very characteristic, however. Except for his own hobbies, artistic, medical, or military, Lord Lackington had walked through life as a Johnny Head-in-Air, from his youth till now.
The Duchess had paused in her farewell nothings with Sir Wilfrid to observe her friend. Julie, with her eyes on the ground, murmured thanks; and Lord Lackington, straight as a dart to-night, carrying his seventy-five years as though they were the merest trifle, made a stately and smiling exit. Julie looked round upon the faces left.
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