The Dugdale Millions — page 90: what you’re looking at

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% 30 THE DUGDALE MILLIONS. that Mr. Stanton was away for the day, but would return at night. Wallis, however, urged Dick to go up immediately as she had a matter of great importance to communicate. Dick thereupon set out at once, and on arriving at Springhill, was met by Wallis, evidently awaiting his coming with impatience. ‘“He’s come,’’ she cried, before he had even alighted from his carriage. ‘“‘Who? Your uncle?’’ inquired Dick innocently. ‘*Patience! No, the lord.’’ ‘‘What?’’ cried Dick, ‘‘the Second Advent?’’ Wallis stared at him, puzzled, until the sense of Dick’s apparently irrelevant response stole upon her, when, with an assumption of severity, to which her dancing eyes sparkling with merriment gave the lie, she said reprovingly: onal is wicked. What I meant was that Lord Merrimount 1s here.’ ‘In this house?’’ asked Dick in mock astonishment. ‘‘T refuse to enter. All the blood of Bunker Hill bubbles in my veins.”’ ‘‘Be sensible. This is no trifling matter. No; of course lhe isn’t’ here.” He's over at Mr. Hetlow s.”” Dick stepped out on the driveway and looked over at the Hetlows’ mansion, the towers of which were gleaming under the rays of the declining sun, a prey to conflicting emotions, strong among which was a sense of self-pity that fortune had used him so ill. He recovered himself in a moment, and going back to Wallis, said with well assumed carelessness: ‘TI do not see that the royal standard floats from the towers, as yet at all events.’’ ‘IT don’t believe you care one whit whether he is there or not,’’ said Wallis, annoyed that her informa- tion should be received so coolly. ‘‘You are very trifling, or . She clasped her hands in anxious expectancy: Comicbooclk C@ 3}