Bygrave, she
won't!--she will have her suggestion ready before I can ask for it."
"Ay! ay!" said the captain eagerly. "There is some place, then, that
Mrs. Lecount wants to go to this autumn?"
"She wants to go there (hang her!) every autumn."
"To go where?"
"To Admiral Bartram's--you don't know him, do you?--at St.
Crux-in-the-Marsh."
"Don't lose your patience, Mr. Vanstone! What you are now telling me
is of the most vital importance to the object we ha ve in view. Who is
Admiral Bartram?"
"An old friend of my father's. My father laid him under obligations--my
father lent him money when they were both young men. I am like one of
the family at St. Crux; my room is always kept ready for me. Not that
there's any family at the admiral's except his nephew, George Bartram.
George is my cousin; I'm as intimate with George as my father was with
the admiral; and I've been sharper than my father, for I haven't lent
my friend any money. Lecount always makes a show of liking George--I
believe to annoy me. She likes the admiral, too; he flatters her vanity.
He always invites her to come with me to St. Crux. He lets her have one
of the best bedrooms, and treats her as if she was a lady.
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