His Grace — page 161: what you’re looking at

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HIS GRACE. Isc Roads within a few minutes of each other. I should have been more than momentarily surprised if I had — believed in the coincidence, but of course I perceived at once that what I was looking on at was neither more nor less than an assignation. Therefore, after taking off my hat, and grinning, and saying a few words to which nobody listened, I thought the best thing I could do was to conduct Nora across the line to the down platform, leaving Miss St. George to lavish endear- ments upon her new pet, and Lady Charles to exchange bitter-sweet amenities with the other old woman. Hurstbourne and Lady Charles joined us by-and-by. They were just in time to step into the saloon carriage which had been ordered for us—nothing, I am sure, would have induced Lady Charles to travel in an ordi- nary first-class compartment, now that she was in some sort a dowager duchess—and, if one of them was not contented with the result of the interview which had just come to an end, the other evidently was. Hurstbourne scarcely pretended that he had met Miss St. George by accident ; he only said that he was glad she liked the dog, and that he believed he had secured as good a specimen of the class for her as there was in the market. Lady Charles was a trifle flushed and out of breath; she was, in truth, no match for Lady Deverell, being a simple soul, and having a very modest opinion of herself, notwithstanding the respect that she entertained for her son’s rank. The perusal of the morning papers prevented us from interchanging many remarks during our brief transit, and, on arriving at the end of it, we were received with all the honor and pomp which we were entitled to expect. Readers would probably not thank me were I to ae Gomicboo