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Marmaduke, offended, “you can go home if you like. Perhaps your brother appreciates this sort of thing. I dont.”

      “Ah, you coward! You taunt me because you think I have no home. Do you flatter yourself that I am dependent on you?”

      “Hold your tongue,” said Marmaduke, fiercely. “Dont you turn on me in that fashion. Keep your temper if you want me to keep mine.”

      “You have ruined me,” said Susanna, sitting down on the grass, and beginning to cry.

      “Oh, upon my soul, this is too much,” said Marmaduke, with disgust. “Get up out of that and dont make a fool of yourself. Ruined indeed! Will you get up?”

      “No!” screamed Susanna.

      “Then stay where you are and be damned,” retorted Marmaduke, turning on his heel and walking toward the house. In the hall he met a maid carrying an empty champagne bottle and goblet.

      “Missis is looking for you, sir,” said the maid.

      “All right,” said Marmaduke, “I have seen her. Listen to me. I am going to the country. My man Mason will come here to-day to pack up my traps, and bring them after me. You had better take a note of my address from the card in the strap of my valise.”

      “Yes, sir,” said the maid. “Any message for missis?”

      “No,” said Marmaduke. He then changed his coat and hat, and went out again. As he approached the gate he met Susanna, who had risen and was walking toward the house.

      “I am going to Carbury,” he said. “I dont know when I shall be back.”

      She passed on disdainfully, as if she had not heard him.

      CHAPTER VI

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      Three days later Lord Carbury came to luncheon with a letter in his hand. Marian had not yet come in; and the Rev. George was absent, his place being filled by Marmaduke.

      “Good news for you and Constance, mother.”

      “Indeed?” said the Countess, smiling.

      “Yes. Conolly is coming down this afternoon to collect his traps and leave you forever.”

      “Really, Jasper, you exaggerate Mr. Conolly’s importance. Intelligence of his movements can hardly be news — good or bad — either to me or to Constance.”

      “I am glad he is going,” said Constance, “for Jasper’s sake.”

      “Thank you,” replied Jasper. “I thought you would be. He will be a great loss to me.”

      “Nonsense!” said the Countess. “If another workman is needed, another can easily be had.”

      “If I can be of any assistance to you, old man,” said Marmaduke, “make what use of me you like. I picked up something about the business yesterday.”

      “Yes,” said Elinor. “While you were away, Jasper, he went to the laboratory with Constance, and fired off a brass cannon with your new pile until he had used up all the gunpowder and spoiled the panels of the door. That is what he calls picking up something about the business.”

      “Nothing like experiment for convincing you of the power of electricity,” said Marmaduke. “Is there, Conny?”

      “It’s very wonderful; but I hate shots.”

      “Where is Marian?” said Lady Carbury.

      “I left her in the summer-house in the fruit garden,” said Elinor. “She was reading.”

      “She must have forgotten the hour,” said the Countess. “She has been moping, I think, for the last few days. I hope she is not unwell. But she would never stay away from luncheon intentionally. I shall send for her.”

      “I’ll go,” said Marmaduke, eagerly.

      “No, no, Duke. You must not leave the table. I will send a servant.”

      “I will fetch her here in half the time that any servant will. Poor

       Marian, why shouldnt she have her lunch? I shall be back in a jiffy.”

      “What a restless, extraordinary creature he is!” said Lady Carbury, displeased, as Marmaduke hastily left the room. “The idea of a man leaving the table in that way!”

      “I suspect he has his reasons,” said Elinor.

      “I think it is a perfectly natural thing for him to do,” said Constance, pettishly. “I see nothing extraordinary in it.”

      Marmaduke found Marian reading in the summer-house in the fruit garden. She looked at him in lazy surprise as he seated himself opposite to her at the table.

      “This is the first chance I’ve had of talking to you privately since I came down,” he said. “I believe you have been keeping out of my way on purpose.”

      “Well, I concluded that you wanted as many chances as possible of talking to some one else in private; so I gave you as many as I could.”

      “Yes, you and the rest have been uncommonly considerate in that respect: thank you all awfully. But I mean to have it out with you, Miss Marian, now that I have caught you alone.”

      “With me! Oh, dear! What have I done?”

      “What have you done? I’ll tell you what youve done. Why did you send Conolly, of all men in the world, to tell me that I was in disgrace here?”

      “There was no one else, Marmaduke.”

      “Well, suppose there wasn’t! Suppose there had been no one else alive on the earth except you, and I, and he, and Constance, and Su — and Constance! how could you have offered him such a job?”

      “Why not? Was there any special reason—”

      “Any special reason! Didnt your common sense tell you that a meeting between him and me must be particularly awkward for both of us?”

      “No. At least I — . Marmaduke: I think you must fancy that I told him more than I did. I did not know where you were; and as he was going to London, and I thought you knew him well, and I had no other means of warning you, I had to make use of him. Jasper will tell you how thoroughly trustworthy he is. But all I said — and I really could not say less — was that I was afraid you were in bad company, or under bad influence, or something like that; and that I only wanted you to come down here at once.”

      “Oh! Indeed! That was all, was it? Merely that I was in bad company.”

      “I think I said under bad influence. I was told so; and I believed it at the time. I hope it’s not true, Marmaduke. If it is not, I beg your pardon with all my heart.”

      Marmaduke stared very hard at her for a while, and then said, with the emphasis of a man baffled by utter unreason: “Well, I am damned!” at which breach of good manners she winced. “Hang me if I understand you, Marian,” he continued, more mildly. “Of course it’s not true. Bad influence is all bosh. But it was a queer thing to say to his face. He knew very well you meant his sister. Hallo! what’s the matter? Are you going to faint?”

      “No, I — Never mind me.”

      “Never mind you!” said Marmaduke. “What are you looking like that for?”

      “Because — it is nothing: I only blushed. Dont be stupid, Duke.”

      “Blushed! Why dont you blush red, like other people, and not green?

       Shall I get you something?”

      “No, no. Oh, Duke, why did you not tell me? How could you be so heartless as to leave us all in the dark when we were talking about you before him every day! Oh, are you in earnest,