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The servant opened the gate. Mr. Robert Hobbs was at home; he had friends with him, he was engaged; Lord Vargrave sent in his card, and the introductory letter from Mr. Winsley. In two seconds, these missives brought to the gate Mr.
Butler, he might have reckoned on me just as much as when in his elections he used to put five thousand pounds in my hands, and say, 'Winsley, no bribery, it is wicked; let this be given in charity. Did any one ever know how that money went? Was your uncle ever accused of corruption? But, my lord, surely you will take some refreshment?" Come, Mr.
His good health and a fair wife to him." Miss Winsley glanced at Mamma, and then at a younger sister; and then there was a titter, and then a fluttering, and then a rising, and Mr. Winsley, Lord Vargrave, and the slim secretary were left alone.
Alice had one daughter, as was supposed, by a former marriage; that daughter was the offspring of him whose name she bore yes, of the false Butler! that daughter is Evelyn Cameron!" "Liar! devil!" cried Maltravers, springing to his feet, as if a shot had pierced his heart. "Proofs! proofs!" "Will these suffice?" said Vargrave, as he drew forth the letters of Winsley and Lady Vargrave.
"I saw him at the window, my lord," said Mr. Winsley, taking a pinch of snuff. "Oh, the deuce! I'm in for it," thought Lumley. "Very strange, indeed! but how can you account for it? Ah, perhaps the health of Lady Vargrave she was so very delicate then, and my poor uncle lived for her you know that he left all his fortune to Miss Cameron?" "Miss Cameron! Who is she, my lord?"
Winsley smiled, and glanced at a rosy-cheeked young lady, who simpered and turned away. "I think my daughter could recommend one to your lordship, if she dared." "Oh, Pa!" "I see. Well, Miss Winsley, I will take no recommendation but yours." Miss Winsley made an effort. "Indeed, my lord, I have always heard Mr. Robert Hobbs considered very clever in his profession." "Mr. Robert Hobbs is my man!
Winsley, who has a great deal of interest there, and was a supporter of his, hangs back on account of the question. This is unlucky, as Staunch is quite with us; and if he were to rat now it would be most unfortunate." "Winsley! Winsley! my poor uncle's right-hand man. A great brewer, always chairman of the Templeton Committee. I know the name, though I never saw the man."
Winsley, turned the conversation upon the business on which he had principally undertaken his journey, namely, the meditated purchase of Lisle Court. "I myself am not a very good judge of landed property," said Vargrave; "I wish I knew of an experienced surveyor to look over the farms and timber: can you help me to such a one?" Mr.
Winsley, with another sardonic smile; "and I asked the porter at the lodge as I went out if that was Lady Vargrave, and he said, 'yes. However, my lord, bygones are bygones, I bear no malice; your uncle was a good man: and if he had but said to me, 'Winsley, don't say a word about Mrs.
The slim secretary went to inspect the cathedral. Mr. Winsley was a little, thickset man, with a civil but blunt electioneering manner. He started when he heard Lord Vargrave's name, and bowed with great stiffness. Vargrave saw at a glance that there was some cause of grudge in the mind of the worthy man; nor did Mr. Winsley long hesitate before he cleansed his bosom of its perilous stuff.
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