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Ludovic Quayle was a rather superfine, young gentleman, possessed of an excellent opinion of himself, and a modest opinion of other persons his father included. But under his somewhat supercilious demeanour there was a vein of true romance.
As the days lengthened into a week, the master, as deeply mortified over the incident as if the two had been his own sons, let his suspicion fall on Quayle. And at last when light was thrown on the mystery, the old ranchero's intuition proved correct. My injured foot improved slowly, and before I was able to resume my duties on the ranch, I rode over one day to the San Miguel for a short visit.
Then he raised his head sharply, as in obedience to a thought suddenly occurring to him, and gazed at Brockhurst House. The brightness of the western sky found reflection in its many windows. A noble cheerfulness seemed to pervade it, as it crowned the hillside, amid its gardens and far-ranging woods. "By all that's" Mr. Quayle began.
You were saying?" "That you might very properly have written and told me about this business, and given me an opportunity of expressing my opinion before things reached a head." Mr. Quayle drew forward a chair and seated himself with mild deliberation. Lord Fallowfeild began to fidget. "Very clever fellow, Ludovic," he said to himself.
Don Alejandro, if you and I had the making of the matches, there'd be a cradle rocking in every jacal." Both smiled, said their "Adios, amigos," and he was gone. As our guest cantered away, down the river road, Quayle and I began looking for a ford. The river had been on a rampage, and while we were seeking out a crossing our employer had time for a few comments.
Chief among the latter was Ludovic Quayle, a younger son of Lord Fallowfeild whom that kindly if not very intelligent nobleman had long ago proposed to export from the Whitney to the Brockhurst nursery with a view to the promotion of general cheerfulness. Mr.
She sighed, and that sigh her companion noted and filed for reference. Indeed, an unusually expansive cheerfulness became, perceptible in Mr. Quayle. "By the bye, is there any further news?" she inquired. "General Ormiston has just had a telegram." "Anything fresh?" "Still unconscious, strength fairly maintained." "Oh! we know that by heart!" Honoria said. "We do.
First came the list of characters, with the names of the cast. Glory's name and character came last, and her nerves throbbed with sudden pain when the manager read, "and Gloria Miss Glory Quayle." There was a confused murmur, and then the company composed themselves to listen. It was Gloria's play. She was rather scandalous.
All these things Ludovic Quayle noted, in a spirit which he flattered himself was cynical, but which was, in point of fact, rather anxiously affectionate. It had occurred to him that this sudden and unlooked-for popularity might turn Richard's head a little, and develop in him a morbid self-love, that vanité de monstre not uncommon to persons disgraced by nature.
You have run the family for some years now, not without numerous successes, among which may be reckoned your running of yourself into the arms if you will pardon my mentioning them of my estimable brother-in-law, Barking." "Really, Ludovic!" his sister protested. "Let me entreat you not to turn restive, Louisa," Mr. Quayle rejoined with the utmost suavity.
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