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"For a little while, if you'll give us leave," he answered, but he added to Carford, "No, you needn't move, Carford." So I made my bow and left them, not well pleased, for my brain was on the rack to discover what might be the secret which hung on that mysterious phrase, and which I had so nearly surprised from M. de Fontelles.
Carford owns?" "Yes," replied Bert. "He is going to let us all go up there for three weeks or so." "Say, that's funny," spoke Charley. "You'll have some other Lakeport folks near you." "Who else is going up to Snow Lodge?" asked Nan. "Well, they're not exactly going to Snow Lodge," replied Charley, "but I heard a while ago that Danny Rugg and his folks were going up to a winter camp near there.
"Yes, but having lost sight of your Grace, I supposed that you'd returned, and while waiting for you I fell asleep." My explanation abundantly satisfied the Duke; Carford maintained a wary silence. "We're after other game than conferences to-night," said Monmouth, laughing again. "Go down to the hall and wait there for me, Simon.
I wager he swore a round oath or two as he and his servants made their way thither through the dark and knocked up the host, who, keeping country hours, was already in his bed. It cost them some minutes to rouse him, and Carford beat most angrily on the door. At last they were admitted. And I turned away.
"I think it is my Lord Carford," said the Vicar. "He goes to the Manor, as I think." "I think it is and I think he does," said I; and for a single moment I stood there in the middle of the room, hesitating, wavering, miserable. "What ails you, Simon? Why shouldn't my Lord Carford go to the Manor?" cried the Vicar. "Let him go to the devil!" I cried, and I seized my hat from the table where it lay.
Carford has told you part of the story, I may as well tell you the other half, I suppose." "Oh, another story!" cried Flossie, in delight. "Yes, we must be quiet and listen," said Freddie, as he drew up a stool close to his father. "It isn't a very nice sort of story," went on Mr. Bobbsey. "In fact it is rather sad. But I'll tell it to you, anyhow. Did Mr.
Uncle and nephew met, and clasped hands while tears stood in their eyes. After years of suffering they were friends again. It was a happy, loving time for all. "And I'll never be so hasty again," said Mr. Carford. "Oh, what a happy day this is, after the big storm! We must have a big celebration. I know what I'll do. I'll get up a party, and invite all the people in this part of the country.
Carford "Yes, I got quite rich, and then I thought it was time to go back to the old farm, and see my father. My mother had died before I went away. Maybe if she had lived I wouldn't have gone. And then I began to find out that life wasn't all happiness just because you had money. "My father had died too, and the old farm had been sold.
"One who would be a Protestant King?" He spoke the last words loud and fiercely; it was the final effort, and he sank back in his chair in a stupor. Carford gave a hasty glance at his face. "I'll go for the physician," he cried. "His Grace may need blood-letting." I stepped between him and the door as he advanced. "His Grace needs nothing," said I, "except the discretion of his friends.
I made her a low bow. "I trust, madame," said I, "that my lady mends?" "I thank you, yes, although slowly." "And that you have taken no harm from your journey?" "I thank you, none." It was strange, but there seemed no other topic in earth or heaven; for I looked first at earth and then at heaven, and in neither place found any. "I am seeking my Lord Carford," I said at last.
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