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They've fixed this up between them. Listen!" A door slammed above their heads. Some one had left the music gallery. "Hunterleys himself!" Selingman cried. "Sure!" Richard assented. "Bright fellow, Selingman," he continued amiably. "I wouldn't try that on, if I were you," he added, turning to Mr. Grex, whose hand was slowly stealing from the back of his coat.
The feeling of being in the power of a lot of low blackguards is so terrible! I did love the poor brute so dearly. And now what have you been doing?" "Just nothing; and have seen nobody. I went back to Grex after leaving Killancodlem, and shut myself up in my misery." "Why misery?" "Why misery! What a question for you to ask!
My bounteous host, Mr. Grex, good night! I touch your hand with reverence. The man who possesses such wine and offers it to his friends, is indeed a prince." Mr. Grex rose a little unwillingly from his chair. "It is of no use to protest," he remarked, smiling. "Our friend Selingman will have his way. Besides, as he reminded us, there is one last word to arrive.
He was looking very determined indeed. "There isn't anything in this world, short of a bomb," he declared, "which is going to blow me out of Monte Carlo before I have made the acquaintance of Miss Grex!" Hunterleys took leave of his companion as soon as they arrived at the roulette rooms. "Take my advice, Lane," he said seriously. "Find something to occupy your thoughts.
So she went on in almost high spirits, though alluding to the general decadence of the Grex family, till Tregear took his leave. "I wish he had not come," said Miss Cassewary when he was gone. "Why should you wish that? There is not so much here to amuse me that you should begrudge me a stray visitor."
How would it be between him and his father now? After such a misfortune how would he be able to break that other matter to the Duke, and say that he had changed his mind about his marriage, that he was going to abandon Lady Mabel Grex, and give his hand and a future Duchess's coronet to an American girl whose grandfather had been a porter? A nail in his foot! Well!
I cannot make Lady Mabel my wife; though, for the matter of that, I ought not to presume that she would take me if I wished it. I had intended to ask you to-day to consent to my marriage with Miss Boncassen." "I cannot give you my consent." "Then I am very unhappy." "How can I believe as to your unhappiness when you would have said the same about Lady Mabel Grex a few weeks ago?"
"Well, I don't know that I've got much to say about that," Richard replied easily. "You are offering us no explanation?" Selingman demanded. "None," Richard assented coolly. Selingman suddenly struck the table with his clenched fist. "You were not alone up in that gallery!" "Getting warm, aren't you?" Richard murmured. Selingman turned to Grex. "This young man is Hunterleys' friend.
"He went to see you at Grex!" said Silverbridge. "Why should he not have come to me at Grex?" "Only it is so odd that he did not mention it. It seems to me that he is always having secrets with you of some kind." "Poor Frank! There is no one else who would come to see me at that tumbledown old place. But I have another thing to say to you. You have behaved badly to me." "Have I?" "Yes, sir.
Hunterleys made no immediate reply. He was walking up and down the narrow apartment. A brilliant idea had taken possession of him. The more he thought of it, the more feasible it became. "Frenhofer," he said at last, "I have a scheme of my own. You are sure that Mr. Grex has never seen this yacht?"
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