She coolly told me that she and her brother, my other guardian, Sir Everard Wigram, Bumpkin Wigram he's generally called, had decided that I was to be saved, if possible, from the results of my folly at any cost.

They would have taken steps to have the marriage nullified, if it hadn't been for the risk of my being prosecuted for false entry.

Then she talked of my ingratitude after all her efforts to raise the Beauleighs to their former glory.

I couldn't stand any more that day; and the nurse came in and fetched her out.

That interview didn't do me any good." "It hardly sounds the thing for an injured spine," said Lord Crosland.
"A few days later we had another; and she had the cheek to tell me that one day I should be grateful to her for having saved me from the clutches of a designing girl--rank idiocy, you see, for she was only keeping us apart for the time being.