Mount Royal: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Mount Royal: A Novel. Volume 2 of 3
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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"I like to have you on my side, Poker," he said amiably, when the
captain proposed a devilled bone and a hand at écarté after the play.
"You're a good deal too clever for a comfortable antagonist. You play
écarté with your other young friends, Poker, and I'll be your partner at
whist."
Captain Vandeleur, who by this time was tolerably familiar with the
workings of his friend's mind, never again suggested those quiet
encounters of skill which must inevitably have resulted to his
advantage, had Leonard been weak enough to accept the challenge. To have
pressed the question would have been to avow himself a sharper. He had
won money from his friend at blind hookey; but then at blind hookey all
men are equal--and Leonard had accepted the decree of fate; but he was
not the kind of man to let another man get the better of him in a series
of transactions. He was not brilliant, but he was shrewd and keen, and
had long ago made up his mind to get fair value for his money. If he
allowed Jack Vandeleur to travel at his expense, or dine and drink
daily at his hotel, it was not because Leonard was weakly generous, but
because Jack's company was worth the money. He would not have paid for a
pint of wine for a man who was dull, or a bore. At Mount Royal, of
course, he was obliged now and then to entertain bores. It was an
incident in his position as a leading man in the county--but here in
London he was free to please himself, and to give the cold shoulder to
uncongenial acquaintance.
Gay as town was, Mr. Tregonell soon tired of it upon this particular
occasion. After Epsom and Ascot his enjoyment began to wane. He had made
a round of the theatres--he had dined and supped, and played a good many
nights at those clubs which he and his friends most affected. He had
spent three evenings watching a great billiard match, and he found that
his thoughts went back to Mount Royal, and to those he had left
there--to Christabel, who had been very kind and sweet to him since his
home-coming; who had done much to make home delightful to him--riding
with him, playing and singing to him, playing billiards with him,
listening to his stories of travel--interested or seeming interested, in
every detail of that wild free life. Leonard did not know that
Christabel had done all this for her aunt's sake, in the endeavour to
keep the prodigal at home, knowing how the mother's peace and gladness
depended on the conduct of her son.
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