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And just because such a little devil SHOULD be mastered and MUST be mastered, I have resolved to master her. That's all!" "And, to your mind, sufficient," said Longford "But if it is a question of the millions chiefly, there is always the aunt herself." Roxmouth stared then laughed. "The aunt!" he ejaculated "The aunt?" "Why not?"
Roxmouth, reluctantly yielding to the earnest persuasions of Longford, walked with him into the village of St. Rest, and made enquiries at the post-office as to whether Miss Vancourt's sudden departure was known there, or whether any instructions had been left as to the forwarding of her letters. But the postmistress, Mrs.
As he perused these lines, Walden alternately grew hot and cold red and pale. All was clear to him now!-it was Lord Roxmouth who had played the spy and eavesdropper! He recalled every little detail of the scene in the picture-gallery and at once realised how much a treacherous as well as jealous and vindictive man could make of it.
The men took no part in this detective business, but nevertheless were keenly inquisitive in their own line, more bets being given and taken freely on what was likely to be the upshot of affairs. Meanwhile, Lord Roxmouth and Mr. Longford, sometimes accompanied by Sir Morton Pippitt, and sometimes without him, called often, but Maryllia was always out.
Does he spy upon her, and set others to do the same? does he listen at doors and interrogate servants as to her movements and does he altogether play the dastardly traitor to prove his 'love'?" Her voice shook her eyes were ablaze with indignation. Roxmouth flicked a little ash off his cigar. "Why, of course not!" he replied "But who does these dreadful things?
But I have promised her and I must not break my word!" He began to think about one or two matters that to him were not altogether pleasing. Chief among these was the fact that Sir Morton Pippitt had driven over twice now 'to inspect the church' accompanied by Lord Roxmouth, and the Reverend 'Putty' Leveson.
And Julian was almost as anxious to know what had become of her as Walden himself, the more so as he heard constantly from Marius Longford, who never ceased urging him to try and discover her whereabouts. Which request proved that, for once. Lord Roxmouth had been foiled, and that even he with all his various social detectives at work, had lost all trace of her.
"Yes, Aunt Emily all over!" she said "How tired I am of that phrase! She knows as well as anybody that Roxmouth, for all his airs of aristocratic propriety, is a social villain of the lowest type of modern decadence, yet she would rather see me married to him than to any other man she has ever met. And why? Simply because he will be a Duke!
Then, this morning behold! the Roxmouth wedding cards!" She took a silver-bordered envelope lying on a little table close beside her, and drawing out from it the cards in question, held them up to his view. Walden glanced at them with a touch of contempt. "Shall I wire our united heartiest congratulations?" he queried, smiling "And add that we are engaged to be married?"
He was not the kind of subservient, half hypocritical, mock-meek being that is conventionally supposed to represent a country 'cure. His independent air, his ease of manner, and above all, his intelligence and high culture, were singularly displeasing to Lord Roxmouth, especially as he noticed that Maryllia listened to everything Walden said, and appeared to be more interested in his observations than in those of anyone else at the table.
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