"
And he was gone, stepping briskly with clicking spurs, leaving
O'Moy hunched now in his chair, his body the very expression of the
dejection that filled his soul.
In the garden his lordship came upon Miss Armytage alone, still
seated by the table under the trellis, from which the cloth had by
now been removed. She rose at his approach and in spite of gesture
to her to remain seated.
"I was seeking Lady O'Moy," said he, "to take my leave of her. I
may not have the pleasure of coming to Monsanto again."
"She is on the terrace, I think," said Miss Armytage. "I will
find her for your lordship."
"Let us find her together," he said amiably, and so turned and
went with her towards the archway. "You said your name is
Armytage, I think?" he commented.
"Sir Terence said so."
His eyes twinkled. "You possess an exceptional virtue," said he.
"To be truthful is common; to be accurate rare. Well, then, Sir
Terence said so. Once I had a great friend of the name of Armytage.
I have lost sight of him these many years. We were at school
together in Brussels."
"At Monsieur Goubert's," she surprised him by saying. "That would
be John Armytage, my uncle."
"God bless my soul, ma'am!" he ejaculated.
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