"And I for neither--wholly. I have a little of Talbot in
me and more of Charles. But I strike my blow for romance--the little
against the big, the noble few against the base many. I am for youth
against all dull huckstering things."
Mr. Lovel bowed. I am answered. I congratulate you, gentlemen, on your good
fortune. It is my grief that I do not share it. I have not Mr. Talbot's
politics, nor am I a great Scotch lord, nor have I the felicity to be
young. . . . I would beg you not to judge me harshly."
By this time he had struggled into his coat and boots He stepped to the
table and picked up the papers.
"By your leave," he said, and flung them into the fire.
You were welcome to them," said Talbot. "Long ere they got to Marlborough
they would be useless."
"That is scarcely the point," said Lovel "I am somewhat dissatisfied with
my calling and contemplate a change."
"You may sleep here if you wish," said Lord Charles.
"I thank you, but I am no fit company for you. I am better on the road.
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