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"I must tell it to you. 'Whosoever shall offend one of these little ones, it were better that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and he were cast into the depths of the sea.'"
"How unpleasant," said Mrs. Ogilvie, after a pause, "and I rather fail to see the connection. Shall we change the subject?"
"With pleasure."
"What arrangement did you make with Philip yesterday?"
"I made no absolute arrangement, but I think he will do according to your wishes."
"Then he will a.s.say the mine, act as the engineer to the company?"
"Precisely."
"Has he promised?"
"Not yet, but my impression is that he will do it."
"What does a.s.saying the mine mean?"
Mrs. Ogilvie knitted her pretty dark brows, and looked as inquisitive and childish at that moment as Sibyl herself.
"To a.s.say a mine means to find out accurately what it contains," said Lord Grayleigh. Once again his eyes turned away from his questioner.
He had very little respect for Mrs. Ogilvie's conscience, but he did not want to meet anyone's gaze at that instant.
"Nevertheless," he continued, after a pause, "your husband has not definitely promised, and it is on the cards that he may refuse."
"He will be a madman if he does," cried Mrs. Ogilvie, and she stamped her pretty foot impatiently.
"According to Sibyl's light, he will be the reverse of that; but then, Sibyl, and your husband also, believe in such a thing as conscience."
"Philip's conscience!" said the wife, with a sneer; "what next?"
"It appears to me," said Lord Grayleigh, "that he has an active one."
"It has come to life very quickly, then. This is mere humbug."
"Let me speak. To be frank with you, I respect your husband's conscience; and, perhaps, if you respected it more----"
"I really will not stay here to be lectured," said Mrs. Ogilvie. "It is to your advantage, doubtless, that Philip should do something for you; it must be to your advantage, for you are going to pay him well.
Will he do it, or will he not? That is the question I want answered."
"And I cannot answer it, for I do not know."
"But you think he will?"
"That is my impression."
"You can, at least, tell me what occurred."
"I can give you an outline of what occurred. I made him an offer to go to Queensland."
"To go where?" said Mrs. Ogilvie, looking slightly startled.
"As the mine happens to be in Queensland, how can he a.s.say it in England?"
"I didn't know."
"Yes, if he does anything, he must go to Queensland. He must see the mine or mines himself; his personal report is essential. He will be paid well, and will receive a large number of shares."
"What do you mean by being paid well?"
"He will have his expenses, and something over."
"Something over! that is a very elastic term."
"In your husband's case it will mean thousands."
"Oh, I see; and then the shares?"
"The shares will practically make him a rich man."
"Then of course he will consent. I will go at once, and send him a line." She turned to leave the summer-house. Lord Grayleigh followed her. He laid his hand for an instant on her slim arm.
"If I were you," he said, and there was an unwonted tremble in his voice as he spoke, "if I were you, upon my honor, I'd leave him alone."
"Leave him alone now? Why should not the wife influence the husband for his own good?"
"Very well," said Lord Grayleigh; "I only ventured to make a suggestion."
She looked at him in a puzzled way, raised her brows, and said:
"I never found you so disagreeable before." She then left the summer-house.
Lord Grayleigh stood still for a moment, then, with quick strides, he went in the direction of the shrubbery. Sibyl, hot, excited, breathless after her game, did not even see him. He called her and she stopped.
"May I speak to you?" he said. He had the courteous manner to her which he did not vouch-safe to many of his gay lady acquaintances.
She ran to his side at once.
"Don't you want to send your father a letter by this post?"
"Yes, of course; is there time?"
"I will make time; go into the house and write to him."
"But why?"
"He would like to hear from you."