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"You know that your awful governor won't let him stay any longer in Carlton Terrace?" "Yes, I know that." "And why not?" "Would Lord Grex allow Percival to have his friends living here?" Earl Grex was Lady Mabel's father, Lord Percival was the Earl's son; and the Earl lived in Belgrave Square. All these are little bits of the horse. "Certainly not. In the first place, I am here."
Do come along and be chaperone." Lady Weybourne laughed. "I shall be delighted," she declared. "I have seen you here once or twice before, haven't I, Miss Grex, and some one told me that you were Russian. I suppose you are not in the least used to the free and easy ways of us Westerners, but you'll come and have some tea with us, won't you?" The girl hesitated. Fate was too strong for her.
"There are not very many I suppose who care about it." "Your father." "Oh yes, my father." "And Tregear." "Tregear has got his own fish to fry." "Are there none others? Do you think we care nothing about it here?" "Miss Cassewary?" "Well; Miss Cassewary! A man might have a worse friend than Miss Cassewary; and my father." "I don't suppose Lord Grex cares a straw about me."
Then they talked about Grex, and Killancodlem, about Gerald and the shooting, about Mary's love for Tregear, and about the work of the coming Session. On all these subjects they were comfortable and confidential, Miss Boncassen's name never having been as yet so much as mentioned. But still the real work was before her.
Grex asserted confidently. "We are at least beyond reach of these bungling English spies. There is no further fear of eavesdroppers. We are entirely alone. Each may speak his own mind. There is nothing to be feared in the way of interruption. I trust, Monsieur Douaille, that you appreciate the altered circumstances."
Grex conceded, "you had better finish, but you must allow me to tell you in advance that I look upon any address from a perfect stranger as an impertinence." "You'll think worse of me before I've finished, then," Richard declared desperately. "You don't mind if I sit down?" "These seats," Mr. Grex replied coldly, "are free to all." The young man took his place upon the divan with a sinking heart.
You force me to throw aside the reticence I ought to keep. Would it help me in my prospects if your friend Lord Silverbridge knew that I was here?" "How should he know?" "But if he did? Do you suppose that I want to have visits paid to me of which I am afraid to speak? Would you dare to tell Lady Mary that you had been sitting alone with me on the rocks at Grex?" "Certainly I would."
Selingman assented gloomily. "That is true," he admitted, "but in Hunterleys we have to do with no ordinary man. He does not gamble. To the ordinary attractions of Monte Carlo he is indifferent. He is one of these thin-blooded men with principles. Cromwell would have made a lay preacher of him." "You find difficulties?" Mr. Grex queried, with slightly uplifted eyebrows.
"I don't want any one, papa." "You will be very sad without somebody. Would you like the Finns?" "If you please, papa. I like her. He never talks anything but politics." "He is none the worse for that, Mary. I wonder whether Lady Mabel Grex would come." "Lady Mabel Grex!" "Do you not like her?" "Oh yes, I like her; but what made you think of her, papa?"
But she told him not to come to Brighton. The Earl was better but very cross, and she would be up in town before long. Towards the end of the month it became suddenly known in London that Lord Grex had died at Brighton. There was a Garter to be given away, and everybody was filled with regret that such an ornament to the Peerage should have departed from them.
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