Lord Kilgobbin : a tale of Ireland in our own time . up. Ah, indeed ! said she, smiling, and showing her pearly teeth. We meant Mr. Walpole and Mr. Atlee. You should never have guessed it ? cried he in question. Never—certainly, was her cool rejoinder. Well ! He was less defiant, or mistrustful, or whatever bethe name for it. We were only friends of half-an-hours growthwhen he proposed the journey. He asked me to accompany him asa favour; and he did more, Mademoiselle: he confided to me amission—a very delicate and confidential mission—such an office asone does not usually depute to him of who
Lord Kilgobbin : a tale of Ireland in our own time . up. Ah, indeed ! said she, smiling, and showing her pearly teeth. We meant Mr. Walpole and Mr. Atlee. You should never have guessed it ? cried he in question. Never—certainly, was her cool rejoinder. Well ! He was less defiant, or mistrustful, or whatever bethe name for it. We were only friends of half-an-hours growthwhen he proposed the journey. He asked me to accompany him asa favour; and he did more, Mademoiselle: he confided to me amission—a very delicate and confidential mission—such an office asone does not usually depute to him of whose fidelity or good faith hohas a doubt, not to speak of certain smaller qualities, such as tactand good taste. Of whose possession Mr. Atlee is now asserting himself? saidshe, quietly. He grew crimson at a sarcasm whose impassiveness made it allthe more cutting. My mission was in this wise, Mademoiselle, said he, with aforced calm in his manner. I was to learn from if she should desire to communicate with Mr. Walpole. IN THE GAKDEN AT DUSK. 99 touching certain family interests in which his counsels might be ofuse ; and in this event I was to place at her disposal an address bywhich her letters should reach him. • No, sir, said she, quietly, you have totally mistaken anyinstructions that were given you. Mr. Walpole never pretendedthat I had written or was likely to write to him; he never said thathe was in any way concerned in family questions that pertained tome; least of all did he presume to suppose that if I had occasion toaddress him by letter, I should do so under cover to another. You discredit my character of envoy, then ? said he, smilingeasily. Totally and completely, Mr. Atlee ; and I only wait for youyourself to admit that I am right, to hold out my hand to you, andsay let us be friends. Id perjure myself twice at such a price. Now for the hand. Not so fast—first the confession, said she, with a faint smile. Well, on my honour, cri
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