His Grace — page 139: what you’re looking at

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HIS GRACE. 133 “TT have just been telling the Duke and Mr.—er—the other gentleman that we can’t turn them out in the cold again at this hour of the night and that they had better dine and sleep here. There will be time for a groom to go over to Hurstbourne Cashe and fetch their things before dinner, won’t there ? ’ I don’t know whether it was Paul Gascoigne’ s polite entreaties or his wry face that prevailed upon Hurst- bourne to yield: but I should imagine that in all proba- bility it was the latter. He hated Paul Gascoigne so much that I believe he could not resist any chance of fighting him, either with or without the gloves—which was not at all the spirit in which he was accustomed to meet an adversary. “Oh, rubbish ! ” said he, when I modestly requested 3 that I might be sent home with the groom: “ you must stop and see me through. Besides,” he whispered, as we ascended the staircase together, “it’s going to be grand sport. That beggar is positively yellow with jealousy !” I said “ Take care!” and he answered impatiently, that of course he would take care. And of course there was not the slightest chance that he would do any such thing. Gomichoo cS (e(@) im