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all who did so he was very gracious, and was specially so to Lord
Popplecourt, who happened to pass close by the table.
'I think he is a fool,' whispered Silverbridge as soon as
Popplecourt had passed.
'What makes you thinks so?'
'We thought him an ass at Eton.'
'He has done pretty well however.'
'Oh yes, in a way.'
'Somebody has told me that he is careful about his property.'
'I believe he is all that,' said Silverbridge.
'Then I don't see why you should think him a fool.'
To this Silverbridge made no reply; partly because he had nothing
to say,--but hindered also by the coming in of Tregear. This was an
accident, the possibility of which had not crossed him.
Unfortunately too the Duke's back was turned, so that Tregear, as
he walked up the room, could not see who was sitting at his
friend's table. Tregear coming up stood close to the Duke's elbow
before he recognised the man, and spoke some word or two to
Silverbridge. 'How do you do, Mr Tregear,' said the Duke, turning
round.
'Oh, my Lord. I did not know that it was you.
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