The Duke in the Suburbs. Wallace Edgar

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      "Good morning," he said pleasantly, "what extraordinary weather we are having."

      She made the most distant acknowledgment and continued in her attentions to the flowers.

      "And how is the cat?" he asked with all the bland benevolence of an Episcopalian bench. She made no reply.

      "Poor Tibby," he said with gentle melancholy —

      "Poor quiet soul, poor modest lass,

      Thine is a tale that shall not pass."

      The girl made no response.

      "On the subject of De Gotha," he went on with an apologetic hesitation, "I – "

      The girl straightened her back and turned a flushed face towards him. A strand of hair had loosened and hung limply over her forehead, and this she brushed back quickly.

      "As you insist upon humiliating me," she said, "let me add to my self abasement by apologizing for the injustice I did you. My copy of the Almanac De Gotha is an old one and the page on which your name occurs has been torn out evidently by one of my maids – "

      "For curling paper, I'll be bound," he wagged his head wisely.

      "Immortal Caesar, dead and turned to clay,

      Might stop a hole to keep the wind away;

      The Duke's ancestral records well may share

      The curly splendours of the housemaid's hair."

      As he improvised she turned impatiently to the flower bed.

      "Miss Terrill!" he called, and when she looked up with a resigned air, he said —

      "Cannot we be friends?"

      Her glance was withering.

      "Don't sniff," he entreated earnestly, "don't despise me because I'm a duke. Whatever I am, I am a gentleman."

      "You're a most pertinacious and impertinent person," said the exasperated girl.

      "Alliteration's artful aid," quoth the Duke admiringly. "Listen – "

      He was standing on the top step of the ladder balancing himself rather cleverly, for Hank was away shopping.

      "Miss Terrill," he began. There was no mistaking the earnestness of his voice, and the girl listened in spite of herself.

      "Miss Terrill, will you marry me?"

      The shock of the proposal took away her breath.

      "I am young and of good family; fairly good looking and sound in limb. I have a steady income of £1,200 a year and a silver property in Nevada that may very easily bring in ten thousand a year more. Also," he added, "I love you."

      No woman can receive a proposal of marriage, even from an eccentric young man perched on the top of a step ladder, without the tremor of agitation peculiar to the occasion.

      Alicia Terrill went hot and cold, flushed and paled with the intensity of her various emotions, but made no reply.

      "Very well then!" said the triumphant Duke, "we will take it as settled. I will call – "

      "Stop!" She had found her voice. Sifting her emotions indignation had bulked overwhelmingly and she faced him with flaming cheek and the lightning of scorn in her eyes.

      "Did you dare think that your impudent proposal had met with any other success than the success it deserved?" she blazed. "Did you imagine because you are so lost to decency, and persecute a girl into listening to your odious offer, that you could bully her into acceptance?"

      "Yes," he confessed without shame.

      "If you were the last man in the world," she stormed, "I would not accept you. If you were a prince of the blood royal instead of being a wretched little continental duke with a purchased title" – she permitted herself the inaccuracy – "if you were a millionaire twenty times over, I would not marry you!"

      "Thank you," said the Duke politely.

      "You come here with your egotism and your braggadocio to play triton to our minnows, but I for one do not intend to be bullied into grovelling to your dukeship."

      "Thank you," said the Duke again.

      "But for the fact that I think you have been led away by your conceit into making this proposal, and that you did not intend it to be the insult that it is, I would make you pay dearly for your impertinence."

      The Duke straightened himself.

      "Do I understand that you will not marry me?" he demanded.

      "You may most emphatically understand that," she almost snapped.

      "Then," said the Duke bitterly, "perhaps if you cannot love me you can be neighbourly enough to recommend me a good laundry."

      This was too much for the girl. She collapsed on to the lawn, and, sitting with her face in her hands, she rocked in a paroxysm of uncontrollable laughter.

      The Duke, after a glance at her, descended the steps in his stateliest manner.

VI

      It was the desire of the Tanneur house, that "Hydeholm" should keep alive the traditions of its Georgian squiredom. Sir Harry Tanneur spoke vaguely of "feudal customs" and was wont to stand dejectedly before a suit of fifteen century armour that stood in the great hall, shaking his head with some despondence at a pernicious modernity which allowed no scope for steel-clad robbery with violence. The quarterings that glowed in the great windows of the hall were eloquent of departed glories. There was a charge, on a field vert, goutte de sang, parted per fusil, with I know not what lions rampant and lions sejant, boars heads, cinquefoils and water budgets, all of which, as Sir Harry would tell you, formed a blazing memento of the deeds of Sir Folk de Tanneur (1142-1197). Putting aside the family portraits, the historical documents, and other misleading data, I speak the truth when I say that the founder of the Tanneur family was Isaac Tanner, a Canterbury curer of hides, who acquired a great fortune at the time of the Crimean war, and having purchased a beautiful estate in Kent, christened the historic mansion where he had taken up his residence "Hyde House," at once a challenge to the fastidious county, and an honest tribute to the source of his wealth. It is a fact that no Tanner – or Tanneur as they style the name – has reached nearer the patents of nobility than Sir Harry himself acquired, when he was knighted in 1897 in connexion with the erection of the Jubilee Alms-Houses.

      Sir Harry's son and heir was a heavily built young man, with a big vacant face and a small black moustache. He was military in the militia sense of the word, holding the rank of captain in the 9th battalion of the Royal West Kent Regiment.

      "Hal has a devil of a lot more in him than people give him credit for," was his father's favourite appreciation, and indeed it was popularly supposed that in Mr. Harry Tanneur's big frame was revived the ancient courage of Sir Folk, the wisdom of Sir Peter (a contemporary of Falstaff and one of the Judges who sent Prince Henry to prison), the subtlety of Sir George (ambassador at the Court of Louis of France), and the eminently practical cent. per cent. acumen of his father.

      They were seated at breakfast at "Hydeholm," Sir Harry, his son and the faded lady of the house. Sir Harry read a letter and tossed it to his wife.

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