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He referred her to Count Fosco's letter, and to what she had herself told him of the personal resemblance between Anne and his deceased niece, and he positively declined to admit to his presence, even for one minute only, a madwoman, whom it was an insult and an outrage to have brought into his house at all.
And you want money, at once. In your position the gain is certain the loss doubtful." "Speak for yourself as well as for me. Some of the money I want has been borrowed for you. And if you come to gain, my wife's death would be ten thousand pounds in your wife's pocket. Sharp as you are, you seem to have conveniently forgotten Madame Fosco's legacy. Don't look at me in that way! I won't have it!
"Marian?" repeated her Ladyship, in a bewildered manner; "Marian sleeping in Count Fosco's house!" "Yes, in Count Fosco's house. She slept there last night to break the journey, and you are to follow her example, and do what your uncle tells you. You are to sleep at Fosco's to-morrow night, as your sister did, to break the journey.
"I will try to put it plainly as well. The evidence of Lady Glyde's death is, on the face of it, clear and satisfactory. There is her aunt's testimony to prove that she came to Count Fosco's house, that she fell ill, and that she died. There is the testimony of the medical certificate to prove the death, and to show that it took place under natural circumstances.
As he spoke the light in Madame Fosco's room was extinguished, and the whole second floor of the house was now sunk in darkness. "Talk! talk!" grumbled Sir Percival. "One would think, to hear you, that my wife's signature to the deed was got already." "You have left the matter in my hands," retorted the Count, "and I have more than two months before me to turn round in.
I expected to be made the depositary of some extraordinary confidence, and I was astonished to find that Madame Fosco's communication for my private ear was nothing more than a polite assurance of her sympathy for me, after what had happened in the library. Her husband had told her of all that had passed, and of the insolent manner in which Sir Percival had spoken to me.
If I am wrong, if she has really gone on to Limmeridge, I am resolved I will not sleep to-morrow night under Count Fosco's roof. My dearest friend in the world, next to my sister, lives near London. You have heard me, you have heard Miss Halcombe, speak of Mrs. Vesey? I mean to write, and propose to sleep at her house.
The door opened wide, and the light-haired man with the scar on his cheek the man I had seen following Count Fosco's cab a week before came out. He bowed as I drew aside to let him pass his face was fearfully pale and he held fast by the banisters as he descended the stairs. I pushed open the door and entered Pesca's room. He was crouched up, in the strangest manner, in a corner of the sofa.
"They are there," he shouted, as he neared the galley, "hidden in a deep inlet that runs into one of the narrow bays." "How many are there of them?" "Seventeen or eighteen, I could not say which. They are all moored side by side." By this time Fosco's boat had reached the galley. "You have done well indeed," Gervaise said, as the young knight ascended to the poop.
But on her showing him the postscript to Count Fosco's letter on her reminding him that she was the "Miss Halcombe" there referred to that she was a near relative of the deceased Lady Glyde and that she was therefore naturally interested, for family reasons, in observing for herself the extent of Anne Catherick's delusion in relation to her late sister the tone and manner of the owner of the Asylum altered, and he withdrew his objections.
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