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  together the other night.'

  `Did I? I had forgotten.'

  Silence fell. Ormskirk's eyes were veiled; one of his white hands rhythmically swung his quizzing-glass to and fro on the end of its ribbon. Mr Ravenscar went on shuffling the cards.

  `I have a handful of Lady Bellingham's bills,' his lordship said at last. `Candour, however, compels me to say that they would not fetch quite their face-value in the market.' `And that is?'

  'Fifteen hundred,' said his lordship.

  `I am ready to buy them from you at that figure.'

  Ormskirk put up his quizzing-glass. `So!' he said. `But I do not think I wish to sell, my dear Ravenscar.' `You had much better do so, however.' `Indeed! May I know why?'

  `Put brutally, my lord, since your sense of propriety is too nice to allow of your using these bills to obtain your ends, it will be convenient to you, I imagine, to put them into my hands. I shall use them to extricate my cousin from his entanglement. Once that is accomplished, I cannot suppose that Miss Grantham will continue to reject your offer.'

  `There is much in what you say,' acknowledged his lordship. `And yet, my dear Ravenscar, and yet I am loath to part with them!'

  `Then let us say good night,' Ravenscar replied, rising to his feet.

  Ormskirk hesitated, looking at the scattered cards on the table. He was a gambler to the heart's core, and it irked him unbearably to end the night thus. Ill-luck could not last for ever; it might be that it was already on the turn: indeed, he had held appreciably better cards in that last hand, as Ravenscar had noticed. He hated having to acknowledge Ravenscar to be his superior, too. He could conceive of few things more pleasing than to reverse their present positions. It might well be within his power to do so. He raised his hand. `Wait! After all, why not?' He got up, picked up one of the branches of candles, and carried it over to his writing-table at the end of the room. Setting it down there, he felt in his pocket for a key, and unlocked one of the drawers in the table, and pulled it out. He lifted a slim bundle of papers out, and brought it back to the table, tossing it down on top of the spilled cards. `There you are,' he said. `How fortunate it is that you are less squeamish than I!’

  Ravenscar picked up the papers, and slipped them into the wide pocket of his coat. 'Very fortunate,' he agreed. `You are fifteen hundred pounds in hand, my lord. Do you care to continue the game?'

  Ormskirk raised his brows mockingly. `Had you not better count them? You will find there are six in all, for varying sums.'

  `I'll take your word for it,' replied Ravenscar. `Shall u continue?’

  `By all means!’ Ormskirk said, and sat down again. `We m~ find that this - ah, transaction - has changed my luck.'

  `We may,' agreed Ravenscar, cutting the cards towards him.

  It seemed, in the next rubber, that the luck had indeed veered in his lordship's favour. He played cautiously for while, grew bolder presently, won a little, lost a large rubber refilled his glass, and allowed all other considerations than the overmastering desire to get the better of Ravenscar too far from his mind. As the fumes of the brandy mounted to h brain, not clouding it, but exciting him, he ceased to keen an eye on the sum of his losses.

  It was three o'clock when Ravenscar said: `It is growing late. I make it four thousand, my lord.'

  `Four thousand,' Ormskirk repeated blankly. He looked ; Ravenscar, not seeing him, wondering which of his horses I would be obliged to sell, knowing if he sold all he would be unable to extricate himself from his embarrassment Mechanically he opened his delicate Sevres snuff box, and too a pinch. `You will have to give me time,' he said, hating the need to speak these words.

  `Certainly,' Ravenscar replied. One of the candles w~ guttering; he snuffed it. `Or you might prefer to let me purchase from you the mortgage on Lady. Bellingham's house,' he said coolly.

  Ormskirk stared at him for a moment. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. He said with an edge to his smooth voice `What's your object, Ravenscar?'

  `I have told you.'

  `The mortgage is for five thousand: it may be worth some thing over four.'

  `We need not haggle over the figure, I suppose. I will give you five thousand for it.'

  `You would appear to cherish an unusual degree of affection for your young relative,' Ormskirk said, his lips curling in faint sneer.

  Ravenscar shrugged. `The boy is in some sort my responsibility.'

  `It is gratifying to meet with such a sense of duty in these days. Yet it seems to me that you are paying high for hi salvation, my dear Ravenscar!’

  `You are mistaken: I am acting for Lady Mablethorpe.'

  `Do you know,' said Ormskirk softly, `I have the oddest idea in my head? I cannot rid myself of the notion that you have some other motive in acquiring this hold over Deb Grantham.'

  `It is not love, if that is what you mean, my lord.' `Indeed? Then what may it be?'

  A smile flickered in Ravenscar's eyes. 'A strong dislike of being worsted in a fight.'

  Ormskirk regarded him fixedly for a few moments, tapping the lid of his snuff box with one polished finger-nail. A short laugh broke from him; he rose from his chair, and once more trod over to his writing-table. `After all, why not?' he said, with one of his airy gestures. He pulled open the drawer, took from it a folded document, and tossed it to his guest. `Take it! You have it all now, have you not? I suppose you meant to have it from the start. Do not think me unkind if I say that I hope she worsts you again, my dear Ravenscar: it would do you so much good!'

  CHAPTER 9

  Miss Laxton's letter having been delivered to her parents through the medium of the post, she had nothing to do but to await events, not omitting, of course, to scan the advertisement columns of the Morning Post. No intimation of surrender on her father's part made its appearance there immediately, but this, Miss Grantham pointed out, was not surprising, as no doubt the Laxtons would first prosecute inquiries amongst their acquaintances. She was able to report, on the evening following Miss Laxton's escape, that Sir James Filey was playing faro in the Yellow Saloon, and seemed to be in the devil's own temper. Miss Laxton, curled up with an exciting novel from the lending library in Lady Bellingham s boudoir, giggled, and said she did not care a button, and only wished that she could remain in St James's Square

  for the rest of her life. Possibly out of regard for her aunt's quite different wishes, Miss Grantham took what steps she could to prevent this from coming to pass by descending again to the saloons, and suggesting softly to Lord Mablethorpe that he might go upstairs to sit with the poor child for a while, to save her from dying of boredom. His lordship was perfectly ready to obey this, or any other behest, and slipped away presently, to spend a comfortable hour playing at cribbage with Phoebe. In between games he extolled Deborah's virtues to Miss Laxton and Miss Laxton agreed with him that she was wonderful woman, and said that she was not at all surprised at his being determined to make her his wife. She was quite shocked to hear from him of his mother's opposition, and in general showed herself to be so sympathetic that his lordship found himself confiding far more to her than he had meant to. Where the conversation veered towards Miss Laxton's future, he found his part in it more difficult to sustain, for he could not think what was to be done if her parents remained obdurate He was firm, however, on three points: on no account must Phoebe marry Sir James, apply for a post as governess, to tread the boards. Phoebe said that if he thought it wrong of her to become an actress or a governess, she would not do it; because she knew well that he was more worldly-wise than she and she meant to be guided by his judgement. His lordship was conscious of a strong conviction that some well-disposed person ought to take Miss Laxton under his wing, and protect her from the buffets of the world, but try as he would he was unable to thing of anyone who would be at all suitable to fill the post. He made up his mind to consult Deborah on this point. Meanwhile, he assured Phoebe that while he remained in some part responsible for her well-being she had nothing to fear from Filey, or, indeed, from anyo