The Argosy — page 354: what you’re looking at

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Lady Grace. 331 almost, as it seemed to her, gasping for breath. She saw how much the confession had shaken him. Running across the room, she kissed him fondly. “Don’t distress yourself, my husband. Henry will see that all comes right. Ill make him do so.” The man who had been bidden to attend her stood at the cab door, holding it open. As Lady Grace took her seat the thought crossed her that she would not take the man; servants find out things so quickly. “Richard, I think I shall not want you,” she said. ‘I will go alone. ‘Tell the man where to drive to—Lord Avon’s.” So Lady Grace went alone to the Earl’s residence in Piccadilly. He was not at home. Huis valet thought he might be at the club; he had heard his lordship talking with a friend about dining there when they got back from Epsom. Away to the club went Lady Grace. The hall-porter, who was airing himself on the steps, watched the cab stop, saw a lady looking out of it, and condescended to go down to it and see what she wanted. Yes, the Earl was there, he and some other noblemen had been dining together. Lady Grace sent a message, which the porter took in and delivered. A lady in a cab was waiting to see his lordship. She wished him to come to her immediately. A titter went round the table, and the earl exploded a little at the porter. What the deuce? A lady to see hime What next? Who was she? The porter could not say anything about her except that she was in a cab. “ What’s her name?” returned the Earl. ‘‘Impudence? Goand ask.” The man went and came back again, interrupting the chaff which was then in full swing round the table. It dropped to silence, awaiting the announcement. “Tt is Lady Grace Baumgarten, my lord.” Lord Avon gave a prolonged stare, and then hurried out. A young- ster at the table began to take liberties with Lady Grace’s name. “Hold your silly tongue, you young fool,” reprimanded an older man. ‘‘ Don’t you know that the Lady Grace is his sister and the wife of the Dean of Denham?” “Oh!” said the young fellow, feeling that he should like to sink into his shoes. | ‘Why, Grace, what’s up now 2” cried Lord Avon, as he approached the cab. ‘‘Is Berkeley Square on fire? Or is Baumgarten made Primate of All England P” ‘“‘Come inside, Henry, for a minute; I wanttospeak to you. The Dean’s arrested for five thousand pounds.” COmicooolkks () (SO