"Why, Carr!" he exclaimed. "Is it you?"
Mr. Carr, bowing to Lady Hartledon, made a joke of the matter. "Having
waited so long, I thought I'd wait it out, Hartledon. As good be hung for
a sheep as a lamb, you know, and I have no wife sitting up for me at
home."
"You had my message?"
"Yes, and that brought me here. I wanted just to say a word to you, as
I am going out of town to-morrow."
"What will you take?"
"Nothing at all. Hedges has been making me munificent offers, but I
declined them. I never take anything after dinner, except a cup of tea or
so, as you may remember, keeping a clear head for work in the morning."
There was a slight pause. Lady Hartledon saw of course that she was _de
trop_ in the conference; that Mr. Carr would not speak his "word" whilst
she was present. She had never understood why the matter should be kept
apart from her; and in her heart resented it.
"You won't say to my husband before me what you have come to say, Mr.
Carr."
It was strictly the truth, but the abrupt manner of bringing it home to
him momentarily took away Mr. Carr's power of repartee, although he was
apt enough in general, as became a special pleader.
"You have had news from the Ashtons; that is, of their cause, and you
have come to tell it. I don't see why you and Lord Hartledon should so
cautiously keep everything from me."
There was an eager look on Lord Hartledon's face as he stood behind his
wife.
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