The Argosy — page 200: what you’re looking at

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Lady Grace. 183 “Yes, I know you, Cyras, my brother; but I can’t believe yet that it is really you.” ‘‘'There’s no mistaking the likeness,” laughed Cyras. ‘‘ Look at yourself in the glass, and then look at me. Folks might vow we were twins. You are silent with surprise, Charley.” ‘T am more than surprised: I am bewildered. Sit down. How long have you been in England ?” ‘ A few weeks. But most of it has been spent in Paris, not in England. I’ve been sticking to work like a brick for a long time, and I thought I had earned a holiday ; so I came over to the old country, to see you all. When I arrived I found you had all flown in different directions: you gone on circuit, and Berkeley Square shut up.” “They are staying at Great Whitton with Uncle Avon. You should have sent us word that you were coming, Cyras.” “IT couldn't. I steamed away from Wellington the very same day that I made up my mind to come over. The fact is, Charley, I— but I need not bother you by going into everything,” added Cyras.. “* How is the dear mother ?” Quite well.” “And Gertrude? Is she as pretty as ever? Any chance of her: getting spliced ?” ‘You should keep Colonial terms for Colonial life,” quoth Charles. *¢ Spliced ! ” ‘All right,” promptly returned Cyras. ‘Is there any prospect of the fair Miss Baumgarten’s being led to the hymeneal altar ?” Charles stopped his ears. ‘‘That’s worse, Cyras!” And they both laughed. “Answer my question, Charley. What of Gertrude?” ‘Well, I—can’t say anything for certain,” hesitated Charles. ‘But I should not very much wonder if we heard of a wedding before: very long.” Cyras became serious. He was aroused to interest in his sister, of whom he had always been especially fond. ‘I hope it’s some— thing good, Charley.” ‘Good in every way, if it turn out to be fact. Plenty of money, and an admirable man. He likes her, I think, and she—more than likes him. It is Everard Wilmot.” ‘ Everard Wilmot,” repeated Cyras, in surprise. ‘‘ Once attached to the embassy in Paris ? ” ‘*' The ‘sainé..” ““T know him, then. He'll do.” ‘“How can you have known him?” asked Charles. ‘“ He was in Paris only for a short time and it’s ever so many years ago. You must have been about seventeen.” ‘‘ Not quite as young as that, Charley. I took a flying escapade without leave, over to Paris, with John Sherron, angering —” his face flushed, and he spoke in a low tone and with deep feeling— CoOMmicoooKks (SO)