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Before Hubert could answer, Lackington came down the passage, hurrying with a drawn sword, and his hat on his head. Isabel did not recognise him as he stopped and tapped Hubert on the arm familiarly. "The prisoners must not be together," he said. Hubert drew back his arm and looked the man in the face. "They are not prisoners; and they shall be together. Take off your hat, sir."
Hubert, who was turning away, nodded and disappeared round the yew-hedge. Lackington, who had been talking in an undertone to the pursuivants, now went up another alley with one of them and Mr. Nichol, and disappeared too in the gathering gloom of the garden. The other two pursuivants separated and each moved a few steps off and remained just out of sight. Plainly they were to remain on guard. Mr.
Then ended with an oath. "'Tis a traitor from inside." Wilding nodded. "It must be one of those who met at White Lackington three nights ago," he answered. Idlers the witnesses of the wedding were watching them with interest from the path, and others from over the low wall of the churchyard, as well they might, for Mr. Wilding's behaviour was, for a bridegroom, extraordinary.
Delafield had, indeed, proposed to her, but, apart from her own unwillingness, she had reason to know that his feelings towards her were now entirely changed. He neither loved her nor thought well of her. Lord Lackington lay there, obstinate, patient, incredulous. At last he interrupted her. "You make yourself believe these things. But they are not true. Delafield is attached to you. I know it."
Lady Henry returned the smile unwillingly, as one loath to acknowledge her own folly. "I don't know that I was trapped. We both desired to come to close quarters. Anyway, she soon showed me books, letters from Lady Rose, from Dalrymple, Lord Lackington the evidence was complete.... "'Very well, I said; 'it isn't your fault. All the better if you are well born I am not a person of prejudices.
As she stood there silent, a step came up the wharf from the direction of St. Katharine's street, and a man came walking quickly towards her. He did not see who she was until he was close, and then he started and took off his hat; it was Lackington on his way to some business at the Tower; but she did not seem to see him.
She is already very clever. When I am gone she will attend one of the convent schools here. And I have found an honest lawyer who will receive and pay out money." To this letter Lord Lackington replied, promising to come over and see his daughter. But an attack of gout delayed him, and, before he was out of his room, Lady Rose was dead.
Sir Charles Lackington, president of the Royal Victoria mine, was now due at the camp. He represented the English syndicate that owned the large property. Ill health compelled him to live at Colorado Springs. Once a year he visited Red Hoss Mountain, and always in May. It was announced that he would come to the camp by Tuesday's stage. That stage was robbed by that mysterious outlaw and his gang.
"It is my right!" Was that what she said? Lord Lackington looked at her in astonishment. He did not see that Lady Henry was watching them with eagerness, leaning heavily on her sticks, her lips parted in a keen expectancy. Then Julie withdrew. "I beg your pardon," she said, hurriedly. "I beg your pardon. Good-night." Lord Lackington hesitated. His face took a puzzled expression.
"You and I have just got to do all we can for her," she said, relieved to see that Julie had wandered farther away, as though it pleased her to be left to herself. "But I would do anything everything!" cried Lord Lackington. "Of course, none of us can undo the past. But I offered yesterday to make full provision for her. She has refused. She has the most Quixotic notions, poor child!"
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