"
"Then can I--or Lady Dennisford here," I asked, "be your ambassador? Can
we tell him your terms?"
Mr. Stanley shook his head.
"It is impossible," he said. "Matters would have to be discussed between
us which may not even be mentioned before any other person."
"You mean that you would have to see him alone?"
"Precisely!"
I turned to Lady Dennisford.
"He would never consent!" I declared.
"You must make him," she answered. "Mr. Courage!"
"Lady Dennisford!"
"Let me speak to you alone for a moment," she begged, laying her hand
upon my arm. "Mr. Stanley will excuse us, I am sure."
"By all means," he declared, selecting an easy-chair.
"You will await us here?" I asked.
"Certainly!"
"On parole?"
"On parole, if you will give me a cigar."
I rang the bell for refreshments. Then Lady Dennisford and I left the
room together.
CHAPTER XV
A DYING MAN
I had known Lady Dennisford for a good many years in a neighborly sort
of way; but the woman who stood before me in the small sitting-room to
which I had led her was a stranger to me.
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