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"I will look through it, presently," Lord Mornington said; "and if you will dine with me here, I shall then have read it, and shall be able to decide where you can be employed to the best advantage." The dinner was a quiet one, only the officers of the Governor General's suite being present.
And some times my lavishness had frightened her, as when we had taken the suite of rooms we now occupied. "Are you sure you can afford them, Hugh?" she had asked when we first surveyed them. I began married life, and carried it on without giving her any conception of the state of my finances. She had an allowance from the first.
No one that entered this magnificent suite would ever have imagined that it was a prison. The walls were covered with hangings of satin and gold; the floors were hidden by Turkey carpets as soft as turf; the windows were festooned with curtains of velvet and lace; and their recesses filled with tall Venetian mirrors.
Occasionally, Governor-General Drenteln himself would appear on the streets, surrounded by a magnificent military suite, including the governor and chief of police. These representatives of State authority "admonished the people," and the latter, "preserving a funereal silence, drew back," only to resume their criminal task after the departure of the authorities.
"Ruth!" she exclaimed, in an agonized voice, then rushed into the room beyond. When Grace Duvall, accompanied by the hotel clerk, found Ruth Morton lying on the floor in the parlor of her suite, her first act had been to call for a doctor. Her second was to gather the unconscious girl in her arms, and carry her into the adjoining bedroom. That Ruth was alive, filled Grace with joy.
"Three flights, M'sieu', in the front; suite seventeen it is. M'sieu' does not mind walking up?" she inquired. M'sieu' did not in the least, though by no strain of the imagination could it, be truthfully said that he walked up those steep and redolent stairways of the Hotel du Commerce d'Anvers.
The will is faithfully adminstered, and the Duke of Austria and his suite passing through the town on the day of the Coventry loaf, on their way from Bath to London, a loaf was presented to each of them, of which the Duke and Duchess were most cheerfully pleased to accept, and the custom struck the Archduke so forcibly as a curious anecdote in his travels that he minuted down the circumstance, and the high personages seemed to take delight in breakfasting on the loaf thus given as the testimony of gratitude for a favour seasonably conferred."
"God doom Henry of Bolingbroke!" The words, if repeated, might have doomed her; but she feared no man. That evening, Bertram told the details of that woeful story. The barge-master whom they had accosted was sailing westwards, and he readily agreed to take Le Despenser and his suite over to Ireland. Somewhat too readily, Bertram thought; and he feared treachery from the first.
They passed up through the entrance and across the floor of the first suite of rooms to the Cercle Privé. Violet looked eagerly towards the table of which she had spoken. To her joy there was plenty of room. "My favourite seat is empty!" she exclaimed. "I know that I am going to be lucky." "I think that I shall play myself, for a change," Draconmeyer announced, producing a great roll of notes.
He got Henry Bittinger to put up the money, with Tommy and his mother in charge. O-liver lived in the hotel in a suite of small rooms, and when Atwood Jones passed that way the four men dined together as O-liver's guests. "Some day we'll eat with you in Washington," was Atwood's continued prophecy. They always drank "To Jane." Now and then Atwood brought news of her.
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