Prince Zaleski by M. P. (Matthew Phipps) Shiel
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become engaged to this royal lady, the father insured his life for
immense sums in various offices both in England and America, and the reproach of poverty is now swept from the race. Six months ago, almost simultaneously, both father and son resigned their various positions _en bloc_. But all this, of course, I am telling you on the assumption that you have not already read it in the papers.' 'A modern newspaper,' he said, 'being what it mostly is, is the one thing insupportable to me at present. Believe me, I never see one.' 'Well, then, Lord Pharanx, as I said, threw up his posts in the fulness of his vigour, and retired to one of his country seats. A good many years ago, he and Randolph had a terrible row over some trifle, and, with the implacability that distinguishes their race, had not since exchanged a word. But some little time after the retirement of the father, a message was despatched by him to the son, who was then in India. Considered as the first step in the _rapprochement_ of this proud and selfish pair of beings, it was an altogether remarkable message, and was subsequently deposed to in evidence by a telegraph official; it ran: '"_Return. The beginning of the end is come._" Whereupon Randolph did return, and in three months from the date of his landing in England, Lord Pharanx was dead.' '_Murdered_?' A certain something in the tone in which this word was uttered by Zaleski puzzled me. It left me uncertain whether he had addressed to me an exclamation of conviction, or a simple question. I must have looked |
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