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No one moved or spoke until the house-door banged after him. Then Mme. Blanche, seeing all was lost, gave one horrible scream, clasped her hands over her head, and fell back in violent hysterics. "Ring for her maid, guardy," said Mollie. "You had best take her up to her room. Sir Roger, Mr. Ingelow, please to remain. Mr.
"Guardy! guardy! how can you say such horrible things? Commit murder? You know very well she would not dare." "Wives dare it every week if the public journals speak the truth. I tell you I would not trust her. There is Guy Oleander, a toxicologist by profession what more easy than for him to supply her with some subtle drug, and call it catalepsy, a congestion, a disease of the heart?
Ventnor rubbed his hands: "Ye-es," he said, "just giving up a warm man. Young Pillin's a lucky fellow only son. So you met him at old Mr. Heythorp's. I know him too relation of yours, I believe." "Our dear Guardy such a wonderful man." Mr. Ventnor echoed: "Wonderful regular old Roman." "Oh! but he's so kind!" Mrs. Larne lifted the white stuff: "Look what he's given this naughty gairl!" Mr.
But if Merritt lets anything happen to you " "Nothing will happen, Guardy. I'll be careful," promised the girl. "Well, I don't know whatever's come over you, lately," retorted her uncle, troubled. "Neither do I," said Esmé.
We won't talk about Mrs. Walraven, either." "But, guardy, are you really going to send her away?" "I really and truly am. She goes to-morrow. Now, Mollie Dane, there's no need for you to wear that pleading face. She goes that's flat! I wouldn't live in the same house with her now for a kingdom. If you say another word about it we'll quarrel."
Miss Dane looked at him compassionately. "You poor, unfortunate guardy! And you are really going to marry Blanche Oleander! Well, one comfort is, you will be ready to blow your brains out six months after; and serve you right, too! Don't let us talk about it to-night. I am sorry for you, and if you have any sense left you will soon be sorry for yourself.
"No," said Mollie, composedly, "I don't think he will; for the simple reason that I wouldn't have him." "Wouldn't have him? What do you mean?" "What I say, auntie. I wouldn't marry him, or anybody else, just now. I mean to find out who is my husband first." "Do they know this extraordinary story?" Mollie laughed. "No, poor things! And he and guardy are dying by inches of curiosity.
Uncle Guardy acidulously counseled his beloved Esmé not to be every species of a mildly qualified idiot at one and the same time. Esmé elevated her nose in the air and marched out of the room to telephone Hal Surtaine forthwith. Furthermore, that the matter on which she had wished to speak to him was a business matter, and that she would expect him to keep the broken appointment later.
"It's all settled, Mollie," he said. "You are the little mistress of the house from this day forward, until" looking at her earnestly "you get married." Mollie reddened and shook her head. "I shall never get married, guardy." "No? Not even to Hugh Ingelow?" "Least of all to Hugh Ingelow. Don't let us talk about it, guardy. What did Mrs. Walraven say?" "More than I care to repeat, Cricket.
"Oh, don't! Please don't," she besought. "Uncle Guardy told me to keep you perfectly quiet. And I've made you sit up " "What's all this commotion?" demanded Dr. Elliot brusquely, from the door. "You said my father was a bad man," cried the outraged patient. "Lie back, youngster." The physician's hand was gentle, but very firm. "I don't recall saying any such thing. Where did you get it?"
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