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Updated: June 13, 2025
Seeking about for the safest meeting-place, Grex has given us a chance. The only one of his servants who belongs to us is commissioned to hire a yacht on which they meet to-night." "A yacht," Mr. Simpson replied, emptily. "I have a friend," Hunterleys continued, "an American. I am convinced that he will lend me his yacht, which is lying in the harbour here. We are going to try and exchange.
Had he ever been enabled to make the same request to Mabel Grex, or had she answered him when he did half make it in a serious manner, he would have been true to her. He had not told his father, or his sister, or his friends, as Isabel had suggested. He would not do so till he should have received some more certain answer from her.
I take upon myself to say that, had the world been informed that an alliance had been arranged between the eldest son of the Duke of Omnium and the daughter of Earl Grex, the world would have been satisfied. Every unmarried daughter of every peer in England would have envied me, but it would have been comme il faut." "Certainly, my dear."
"I want to marry your daughter," Richard declared desperately, feeling that any further form of explanation would only lead him into greater trouble. Mr. Grex knocked the ash from his cigarette. "Is your keeper anywhere in the vicinity?" he asked. "I am perfectly sane," Richard assured him. "I know that it sounds foolish but it isn't really.
For some weeks a German down in Monaco, a shipping agent, has had a yacht in the harbour for hire. He has approached Mr. Grex several times, not knowing his identity; ignorant, indeed, of the fact that the Grand Duke himself possesses one of the finest yachts afloat. However, that is nothing. Mr. Grex thought suddenly of the yacht. He suggested it to the others. They were enthusiastic.
I trust that I shall have the pleasure of seeing something of you, Monsieur Douaille. A little conversation would be most agreeable." "In Monte Carlo one meets one's friends all the time," Monsieur Douaille replied. "I lunch to-day with my friend our mutual friend, without a doubt who calls himself here Mr. Grex." Mr. Simpson nodded.
Boncassen to chew the cud of the grandeur around her in the sleepy comfort of an arm-chair. "And so everything is settled for both of us," said Isabel. "Of course I knew it was to be settled for you. You told me so at Custins." "I did not know it myself then. I only told you that he had asked me. And you hardly believed me." "I certainly believed you." "But you knew about Lady Mabel Grex."
"Don't look around for a moment. This is almost historical." Monsieur Ciro himself, bowing and smiling, was ushering a party of guests to a round table upon the terrace, in the immediate vicinity of the two men. Mr. Grex, with his daughter and Lady Hunterleys on one side and Monsieur Douaille on the other, were in the van.
There was no reason why Lady Mabel Grex should not be good enough wife for the son of the Duke of Omnium." "Certainly not." "And therefore I was not struck, as by the shining of a light from heaven. I cannot say I loved him. Frank, I am beyond worshipping even an angel from heaven!" "Then I do not know that you could blame him," he said very seriously.
I was lunching with her at Ciro's to-day when I saw you and your daughter. I think I can say that I am a respectable person. I have a great many friends to whom I can refer you." "I am not thinking of engaging anybody, that I know of," Mr. Grex murmured.
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