The Moon Endureth: Tales and Fancies by John Buchan
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care--is vastly obliged to them for the honour they have done
him, but would decline on account of his age and infirmities. You know how to phrase a decent refusal." "Pardon me," said I, "but I might give them that answer till doomsday and never content them. They have not travelled many thousand miles to be put off by hearsay evidence. Nothing will satisfy them but an interview with your father himself. "It is impossible," she said sharply. "Then we must expect the renewed attentions of our American friends. They will wait till they see him." She rose and paced the room. "They must go," she repeated many times. "If they see him sober he will accept with joy, and we shall be the laughing-stock of the world. I tell you it cannot be. I alone know how immense is the impossibility. He cannot afford to lose the last rags of his dignity, the last dregs of his ease. They must not see him. I will speak with them myself." "They will be honoured, madame, but I do not think they will be convinced. They are what we call in my land 'men of business.' They will not be content till they get the Count's reply from his own lips. A new Duchess seemed to have arisen, a woman of quick action and sharp words. |
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