"Will you tell Mr. Falconer that directly he is able to go out I will

send a carriage for him--a pony phaëton, or something of that sort?" he

said, at last.

Nell inclined her head.

"We will leave here as soon as he can be moved," she said.

His frown deepened.

"Why?" he asked sharply. "Why should you?"

The blood began to mount to her face, and, gnawing at his mustache, he

turned away. But as he did so Dick came down the stairs, two at a time.

"Hi, Drake!" he called out. "Don't go. Falconer would like to see you!"

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Drake hesitated just for a second--then---"I shall be very glad," he said.

Nell moved aside to let him pass, and went into the sitting room, and he

followed Dick upstairs. She went to the window, and stood looking out

for a moment or two, then she caught up her hat and left the house, for

she knew that she could not see him again--ah! not just yet.

Drake went up the stairs slowly, trying to brace himself to go through

the ordeal like a man--and a gentleman. He was going to congratulate Mr.

Falconer on his good fortune in winning the woman he himself loved. It

was a hard, a bitterly hard thing to have to do, but it had to be done.

"Here's Lord Angleford, old man," said Dick, introducing him. "I don't

know whether visitors are permitted yet, but you can lay the blame on

me; and you needn't palaver long, Drake."

"I will take care not to tire Mr. Falconer," said Drake, as he went to

the bedside and held out his hand.

Falconer took it in his thin one, and looked up at the handsome face

with an expression which somewhat puzzled Drake.

"I'm glad to hear you're better," he said. "I suppose I ought not to

refer to the subject, but I can't help saying, Falconer, how much we--I

mean Lady Angleford--and all of us--are indebted to you. But for you the

fellow would have got off, and her diamonds would have been lost."

Falconer noticed the friendly "Falconer," and though his heart was

aching, he could not help admiring the man who stood beside him with all

the grace of health and high birth in his bearing; and he sighed

involuntarily as he drew a contrast between himself and "my lord the

earl."

"All the same," Drake went on, "the countess would rather have lost her

diamonds than you should be hurt."




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