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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 Putting aside the family portraits, the historical documents, and other misleading data, I speak the truth when I say that the founder of the Tanneur family was Isaac Tanner, a Canterbury curer of hides, who acquired a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.

      "Laura's in trouble again," he said testily, "really, my dear, your sister is a trial! First of all her husband loses his money and blames me for putting him into the Siberian Gold Recovery Syndicate, then he dies, and now his wife expects me to interest myself in a petty suburban squabble."

      The meek lady read the letter carefully.

      "The man seems to have annoyed Alicia," she commented mildly, "and even though he is a duke – and it seems strange for a duke to be living in Brockley – "

      "Duke?" frowned Sir Harry, "I didn't see anything about dukes. Let me see the letter again, my love."

      "Duke," muttered Sir Harry, "I can't see any word that looks like 'duke' – ah, here it is, I suppose, I thought it was 'dude'; really Laura writes an abominable hand. H'm," he said, "I see she suggests that Hal should spend a week or so with them – how does that strike you, my boy?"

      It struck Hal as an unusually brilliant idea. He had views about Alicia, inclinations that were held in check by his father's frequent pronouncements on the subject of mesalliances.

      So it came about that Hal went on a visit to his aunt and cousin.

      "He's probably one of these insignificant continental noblemen," said his father at parting, "you must put a stop to his nonsense. I have a young man in my eye who would suit Alicia, a rising young jobber who does business for me. If the duke or whatever he is persists in his attentions, a word from you will bring him to his senses.

      "I shall punch the beggar's head," promised Hal, and Sir Harry smiled indulgently.

      "If, on the other hand," he said thoughtfully, "you find he is the genuine article the thing might be arranged amicably – you might make friends with him and bring him along to Hydeholm. He is either no good at all or too good for Alicia – it's about time Winnie was off my hands."

      Miss Winnie Tanneur was aged about twenty-eight and looked every year of it.

VII

      "66 has a visitor," reported Hank.

      The Duke took his feet from the mantel-shelf and reached for his tobacco.

      A spell of silence had fallen upon him that morning, that had been broken only by a brief encounter with the butcher on the quality of a leg of mutton, supplied on the day previous.

      "Has she?" he said absently.

      "I said '66,' which is of neither sex," said Hank. "This fellow – "

      "Oh, it's a man, is it?" said the Duke – brightening up; "what sort of a man, who is he?"

      Hank touched a bell and the grave man servant appeared.

      "Who is the visitor next door?" demanded the Duke.

      "A Captain Tanneur, m'lord; militia; and the son of Sir Harry Tanneur who is related to No. 66."

      "You've been gossiping with the servants," accused the Duke.

      "Yes, m'lord," said the man without hesitation.

      "Quite right," said the duke approvingly. When the servant was gone he asked —

      "Do you ever pine for the wilds, Hank, the limitless spread of the prairies, and the twinkling stars at night?"

      "Come off, Pegasus," begged Hank.

      "The fierce floods of white sunlight and the quivering skyline ahead," mused the Duke dreamily, "the innocent days and the dreamless nights."

      "No fierce floods in mine," said Hank decisively; "me for the flesh pots of Egypt, the sinful life."

      "Do you ever – "

      "Take a walk —you," said Hank rudely. "Say your love-sick piece to the shop windows. What are you going to do about Captain Tanneur – the bold militia man?"

      "I suppose," said his grace, "he's been sent for to protect the innocent girl from the unwelcome addresses of the wicked duke. I'll have a talk with him."

      He strolled into the garden, dragging the step ladder with him. He planted it against the wall this time, and mounting slowly surveyed the next garden.

      His luck was in, for the object of his search sat in a big basket chair reading the Sporting Life.

      "Hullo," said the Duke.

      Hal looked up and scowled. So this was the persecutor.

      "Hullo," said the Duke again.

      "What the devil do you want?" demanded Hal with studied ferocity.

      "What have you got?" asked the Duke obligingly.

      "Look here, my friend," said Hal, rising and fixing his eye-glass with a terrible calm, "I'm not in the habit of receiving visitors over the garden wall – "

      "Talking about the militia," said the Duke easily, "how is this Territorial scheme going to affect you?"

      "My friend – " began Hal.

      "He calls me his friend," the young man on the wall meditated aloud, "he is ominously polite: he rises from his chair: he is going to begin – help!"

      He raised his voice and kept his eye on the conservatory door of 66.

      "What's wrong?" inquired Hank's voice from the house.

      "Come

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