A Daughter of Delilah — page 132: what you’re looking at

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— > “THINK OF ISABEL!’ 123 CHAPTER XI. “THINK OF ISABEL!”’ St. Leonards kept his appointment at the Athenian Club to the moment, and found Alston waiting for him with pale, anxious face, and blood-shot eyes. ‘‘You are not looking well,’’ his lordship observed, con- siderately. ‘‘You will have to take more care of yourself, Alston, bah Jove!”’ ‘‘T have been coing the pacé too fast, but I shall settle down soon now,’’ Edgar replied. ‘*Truth is, old boy, 1 am thoroughly miserable. I behaved like a brute last night to my sister, but it was mainly on your account.”’ ‘‘Tndeed!’’ exclaimed St. Leonards, trying to look in- terested. “‘T found Hawley—the fellow who is sweet on Minnie— at home when I got there. Didn’t expect to be disturbed, you know, and there wasa regular row! Hawley is a scene-painter at the Frivolity. Used to be a friend of mine —an old college chum—but has come down in the world with arun. Stimson, the manager of the Frivolity, sent him with some cock-and-bull story about Miss Russell, to which I refused to listen. ’’ St. Leonards’ face grew dark. ‘‘Miss Russell is a friend of mine, and as such I will pro- tect her until she is your wife,’’ he said. “T can do all that sort of thing,’’ Edgar interrupted. ‘‘Much obliged to you, though, old fellow.” ‘‘Well, what luck with papa?’’ his lordship demanded. Gomicbooks (eC)