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But as she was never a friend of mine, and we are leaving within the next few hours, the injunction to avoid her is unnecessary." She paused as though listening. "I hear some one talking to the syce," she went on hurriedly. "It sounds like Captain Stafford's voice. Archibald" she turned and came quickly to his side "please let me out of the verandah. I don't want to meet him."
This somewhat incoherent letter reached Sir Roderick Ayre as he passed through London, and tarried a day or two in early October. He opened it, read it, and put it down on the breakfast-table. Then he read it again, and ejaculated. "Talk about madness! Why, because Stafford's mad if he is mad must our friend the painter go mad too? Not that I see he is mad.
It is the day's work," said Ayre; "but, oh, diplomatic young man, why didn't you tell us at breakfast that the pope had also gone?" "Oh, you know that?" "Of course. My man Timmins brings me what I may call a way-bill every morning, and against Stafford's name was placed '8.30 train." "Useful man, Timmins," said Eugene. "Did he happen to add why he had gone?"
A light shot into them, glowed for a moment, her lips curved with the faintest of smiles, and a warm tint stole to her face. It was an eloquent look, one that could not be mistaken by the least vain of men, and it went straight through Stafford's heart; for it forced him to realise that which he had not even yet quite realised that he had tacitly pledged himself to her.
The Haddingtons were not there Kate retorted Claudia's evasion; and of course Stafford's figure was missing; but the Territon brothers were there, and Morewood and Ayre, the former bringing with him the completed picture, which was Rickmansworth's present to his sister. The party was to be enlarged the day before, the wedding by a large company of relations of both their houses.
Besides, she liked to have her sister's companionship. It was on the last night of one of these protracted visits that Robert Stafford's wife found the long-waited-for chance to unburden her heart. She and Fanny had been to the opera and just returned home.
My Lord Shaftesbury did not say a great deal; he had a quick discontented look; but I think I satisfied him. He was in a very low condition at this time all but desperate so strongly had the tide set against him since my Lord Stafford's death and the reaction that followed it; and I think he would have grasped at anything to further his fortunes: for that was what he chiefly cared about.
Her house, her servants, her carriage, her horses, are not only entirely at my disposal, but she had the good-natured politeness to go down to the door to desire the coachman to have George Bristow always on the box with him, as the shaking would be too much for him behind. Yesterday we spent two hours at Lady Stafford's.
"No," she said, almost sullenly, dropping her eyes to the carpet; "I should not spell well enough." Soon after that they dispersed, this being Wednesday, Mr. Stafford's day for dining out.
But alone he allowed his emotions full play. There was no one to see, no one to hear, and the silence and the distances, and the great, swimming blue sky would not tell. Stafford's action in coming to Dry Bottom for a gunfighter had puzzled him not a little. Apparently the Two Diamond manager was intent upon the death of the rustler he had mentioned.
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