"With this of yours," Lord John broke in, "there are eight."
"Then why haven't I known about him?" Lord Theign put it as if so many other people were guilty for this.
His daughter was the first to plead for the vague body. "Why, I suppose in order that you should have exactly this pleasure, father."
"Oh, pleasures not desired are like acquaintances not sought—they rather bore one!" Lord Theign sighed. With which he moved away from her.
Her eyes followed him an instant—then she smiled at their guest. "Is he bored at having the higher prize—if you're sure it is the higher?"
"Mr. Crimble is sure—because if he isn't," Lord John added, "he's a wretch."
"Well," she returned, "as he's certainly not a wretch it must be true. And fancy," she exclaimed further, though as more particularly for herself, "our having suddenly incurred this immense debt to him!"
"Oh, I shall pay Mr. Crimble!" said her father, who had turned round.
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