Her Faithful Knight — page 99: what you’re looking at

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ff A New Career. 95 The Hon. Darcy Derrick looked very earnestly at the girl as he returned her chilling acknowledgment of the introduction. “Pardon me for breaking in upon a private conversa- tion,” he said gently; “but I could not help hearing the name of a certain scampish distant connection of mine— a very distant connection by marriage only,’ he added quickly, catching an unmistakable look of aversion on Dorothy’s face. “I hope you will believe that I am in no way proud of knowing such a man. But I think I can tell you what has become of him.” “Where is he, then?’ asked the agent. “First let me tell you what I know about him. I have been out of England for some years, as you may have heard, and only returned on my father, Lord Derrick’s, death, not long ago. Before I left Italy I received a let- ter from this fellow, Trevelyan, whom I had never heard of before, claiming my help to pull him out of some hole he had got into, on the score of being the son of a third cousin of my mother’s, or something of that sort. I un- derstood from his letter that he was an actor, and he asked for money to enable him to go out to America to join his wife, who, he said, was earning enough money there in some singing company to keep him.” “Ah!” burst from Dorothy’s lips in uncontrollable in- dignation. “Well, did he go?” asked Mr. Whitlock. “Presumably. Anyhow, his next letter, which I re- ceived about two months ago, bore the Liverpool post- mark, and in it he thanked me for enabling him to book a berth on an Allan line steamer, which sailed early the following morning.” “Then Mr. Darcy has been able to tell you just what you want to know,” remarked Mr. Whitlock briskly, turning to Dorothy. “I’m afraid it is only throwing EOMIGIOO cS (E@)