What do you think?
that brat of a boy, the son of old Sir Robert Bingham and the cook or
some one, you know, is----"
"Not dead, not dead?" said Honoria in deep agitation.
"Dead as ditch-water," replied his lordship. "I heard it at the club.
There was a lawyer fellow there dining with somebody there, and they
got talking about Bingham, when the lawyer said, 'Oh, he's Sir Geoffrey
Bingham now. Old Sir Robert's heir is dead. I saw the telegram myself.'"
"Oh, this is almost too good to be true," said Honoria. "Why, it means
eight thousand a year to us."
"I told you it was pretty good," said her brother. "You ought to stand
me a commission out of the swag. At any rate, let's go and drink to the
news. Come on, it is time for supper and I am awfully done. I must screw
myself up."
Lady Honoria took his arm. As they walked down the wide flower-hung
stair they met a very great Person indeed, coming up.
"Ah, Lady Honoria," said the great Person, "I have something to say that
will please you, I think," and he bent towards her, and spoke very low,
then, with a little bow, passed on.
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