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Logan opened his lips to speak, but said nothing. 'I don't think we should keep Mr. Macrae waiting, said Lady Bude. 'If Bude will take the reins, said Merton, 'you and he can be at the Castle in no time. We shall walk. 'Excuse me a moment, said Logan. 'A word with you, Bude. He took Bude aside, uttered a few rapid sentences, and then helped Lady Bude into the tandem.
He entered the Colonial Office as a supernumerary clerk, and it was only when the offer of a Merton Fellowship seemed to depend upon his taking orders that his heavenly ambitions began to assume a definite shape. Just then he fell in love with Miss Deffell, whose father would have nothing to say to a young man without prospects, and forbade him the house.
"The letters, monsieur?" "Yes." "Well, my master is kind enough to leave open certain letters. They have been found to be of interest. My pay has been raised. Circumstances make it desirable." "What is her name?" said Merton, laughing. "Louise." "What letters, Greville, do you turn over for the recreation and service of the Foreign Office?" "My uncle's," said I, "usually." "Ah, I see.
Her laughter 'rang merry and loud, as the poet says, though not a word of her whispered conversation was audible. Indeed, Miss Malory was not present; she and her sister had no great share in the elegant frivolities of the metropolis. 'It all fits in beautifully, said Mrs. Brown-Smith. 'Just let me look at the page of Bradshaw again. Merton handed to her a page of closely printed matter.
When we add that a steam yacht of great size and comfort, doing an incredible number of knots an hour on the turbine system, lay at anchor in the sea loch, we have indicated the main peculiarities of Mr. Macrae's rural establishment. To Castle Skrae, being such as we have described, Lady Bude and Merton returned from their sentimental prowl.
But when he learned from Merton the involvements of this heiress and paragon, that her hand depended on the choice of the people, that the choice of the people was to settle on the adventurer who brought to New York the rarest of nature's varieties, the earl honourably held his peace.
On the table lay the report of Merton, the analyst, concerning the stains upon the serviette which Harley had sent from the house of the late Sir Charles Abingdon. Briefly, it stated that the serviette had been sprinkled with some essential oil, the exact character of which Merton had found himself unable to determine, its perfume, if it ever possessed any, having disappeared.
Hare, the gossip of the neighbourhood, called at the rectory; she had returned, two days before, from Knaresdean; and she, too, had her tale to tell of Caroline's conquests. "I assure you, my dear Mrs. Merton, if we had not all known that his heart was pre-occupied, we should have thought that Lord Vargrave was her warmest admirer.
'On the demonstration we have this day received of your superior judgement, Ma'am, said Rupert, 'though indeed we could hardly have doubted it before. 'Pray let me understand you, Mr. Merton, said Mrs. Hazleby.
"Merton, dear," she said, "if you talk so much at a stretch you will bring on another fit of coughing." "Ah, yes, thanks for reminding me. Let me have another sip of that mixture. Then I shall speak of other more hopeful things. And the sweetness of hope shall be like that rosy honey, rose-scented, to soften my throat, made dry and harsh with barren themes.
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