The Widowed Bride — page 159: what you’re looking at

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150 THE WIDOWED BRIDE, ‘‘He has been to you all that any father could be,” said Lady Glenhampton, with a little sigh, ‘‘but I am almost afraid to show him those last bills of yours.” ‘‘Lord Glenhampton knows that a man can’t keep up any Np in London without some expense,” said Captain yfelyn, slightly shrugging his shoulders. | “Some expense, yes; but not such extravagance as yours has been. My dear boy,” she added, looking anxiously up ~ in his face, ‘‘do you know how this sort of thing can possibly be expected to continue? You have no property of your own, and Lord Glenhampton, kind as he is, will some day be compelled, in self-defense, to put a limit to your ex- penditures.” “But what is a fellow to do, mother?” asked Ernest, some- what impatiently. ‘‘I can’t coin gold, neither do I know of any strong room full of diamonds that I can storm at the point of the bayonet!” “Ernest, you must marry rich.” ‘“Very easy to say so, but heiresses are not like blackber- ries, growing on every bush.” ‘‘Georgine Cardiff is staying at Vyvyan Court, and she has a hundred thousand pounds in her own right.” “But Vyvyan Court is such a duse of a way off!” “Only eight miles; and besides she is coming over to-mor- row to stay a couple of weeks with Blanche. Ernest, if one has really any energy at all, much may be done in two weeks,” «A man might hang himself in less time than that,” ob- served Captain Evelyn, sagely. “IT don’t see the connection of ideas,” said the countess, irritably. “But I do,” nodded Ernest. ‘*There, mother, don’t look vexed. Ill do my best to entertain the Cardiff, to the ut- most of my ability. Don’t I always try to make myself agreeable to all your guests?” : “Yes, Ernest, but a At this moment they came upon Mr. Poynings strolling up the long walk on the way to the castle, and Lady Glen- hampton, rather reluctantly, turned back under his escort. She would fain have continued her walk with Ernest, but the young dragoon would not hear of it. ‘(Upon my word, mother, you should not be out in this evening air!” he said, earnestly. ‘‘It’s very bad for any one S cComicboo (E(0)