The things we do!

le Duc d'Ivry, mon
oncle, l'honore d'une amitie toute particuliere." These three gentlemen
walked out; the promenade was crowded, the was band playing "Home, sweet
Home" very sweetly, and the very first persons they met on the walk were
the Lords of Kew and Dorking, on the arm of which latter venerable peer
his daughter Lady Clara was hanging.
Jack Belsize, in a velvet coat, with a sombrero slouched over his face,
with a beard reaching to his waist, was, no doubt, not recognised at
first by the noble lord of Dorking, for he was greeting the other two
gentlemen with his usual politeness and affability; when, of a sudden,
Lady Clara looking up, gave a little shriek and fell down lifeless on the
gravel walk. Then the old earl recognised Mr. Belsize, and Clive heard
him say, "You villain, how dare you come here?"
Belsize had flung himself down to lift up Clara, calling her frantically
by her name, when old Dorking sprang to seize him.
"Hands off, my lord," said the other, shaking the old man from his back.


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