Then you will wind up with an earnest prayer for his happiness. And if
I am not very much out in my reckoning of human nature, that letter
will bring about a reconciliation. Do you understand my tactics?"
"I do. You are a wonderful fellow, Carrington."
"Don't say that until the day when you are restored to your old
position as your uncle's heir. Then you may pay me any compliment you
please."
"If ever that day arrives, you shall not find me ungrateful."
"I hope not; and now go back to town and write your letter. I want to
see you invited to Raynham Castle to pay your respects to the bride."
"But why so?"
"I want to know what the bride is like. Our future plans will depend
much upon her."
Before leaving Lorrimore Cottage, Reginald Eversleigh was introduced to
his friend's mother, whom he had never before seen. She was very like
her son. She had the same pale, sallow face, the same glittering black
eyes. She was slim and tall, with a somewhat stately manner, and with
little of the vivacity usual to her countrywomen.
She looked at Mr. Eversleigh with a searching glance--a glance which
was often repeated, as he stood for a few minutes talking to her.
Nothing which interested her son was without interest for her; and she
knew that this young man was his chief friend and companion.
Reginald Eversleigh went back to town in much better spirits than when
he had left the West-end that morning.
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