Her Faithful Knight — page 309: what you’re looking at

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The Uses of Advertisement. 305 “ «Then the next thing I hear is that poor, dear Phyllis is accused of murdering her sister for money, and what I say is, I don’t believe it! That man Trevelyan, or Darcy Derrick, broke her heart, and it’s just possible grief turned her brain and she committed suicide. But if you come here and tell me that Phyllis Knight was capable of com- mitting a cold-blooded murder, and on her sister, of all the people in the world, for a wretched bit of money, I tell you you don’t know what you are talking about. It’s the man in this case who deserves hanging, and tarring and feathering first. That’s my opinion, and I don’t care who knows it.’ “What do you think of that?” asked Wyverley, who had read aloud the interview with the utmost enjoyment, putting the paper down and looking over at Darcy. “Rather a slating for you, old man, isn’t it? I must say, though, I think you richly deserve it, and you are so fond of getting yourself talked about that I suppose you don’t mind !” But the Hon. Darcy did mind very much indeed. It was one thing to have his artistic achievements dispar- aged and quite another to be held up to execration and contempt as a “bad actor with dyed mustaches,” fond of spirits and cruel in his treatment of women. He tried to console himself and to convince Wyverley by declaring that Miss Mongomery’s was the venom of a woman scorned. But Wyverley only laughed at him. “Vanity is a disease with you, my boy, that’s the truth about the matter,” the latter assured him. “You'll get cut in the clubs and chivied in the streets after this.” “We'll call on Leila in her Camberwell retreat, and Pll get round her and make her take it all back, and say the reporter was lying,’ said Darcy. With this end in view he executed a most careful toilet, and chartering a hansom, persuaded Wyverley to accom- CORME!DOO S (S@)