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And the result of the visit to the Palazzo Castelmare, which he paid immediately after leaving the Marchesino Ludovico in his prison, perfectly responded to his anticipations in this respect. "Miserrimus" He found the Marchese in a state which really seemed to threaten his life or his reason.

Benjamin, have I taken too much of your excellent wine? Am I the victim of a delusion or did our fair friend really ask me to give her an introduction to Miserrimus Dexter?" Benjamin looked at me in some bewilderment on his side, and answered, quite seriously, "I think you said so, my dear." "I certainly said so," I rejoined. "What is there so very surprising in my request?"

"Are your ideas my ideas? Is it possible that you suspect Mrs. Beauly too?" He made this remarkable reply: "Suspect?" he repeated, contemptuously. "There isn't the shadow of a doubt about it. Mrs. Beauly poisoned her." I STARTED to my feet, and looked at Miserrimus Dexter. I was too much agitated to be able to speak to him.

It had been accordingly arranged that he should remove Miserrimus Dexter to the asylum of which he was the proprietor as soon as the preparations for receiving the patient could be completed. The one difficulty that still remained to be met related to the disposal of the faithful creature who had never left her master, night or day, since the catastrophe had happened.

On the next morning the gardener brought a note containing the information which the doctor had promised to give me on the previous day. Miserrimus Dexter and Ariel were still where Benjamin and I had left them together in the long room. It had been found impossible to part the faithful Ariel from her master without using the bodily restraints adopted in cases of raging insanity.

Dexter, at home in the North." Miserrimus Dexter lifted one of the truffles tenderly on his spike, and held it up to me in a favorable light. "Make the most of one of the few first sensations in this life which has no ingredient of disappointment lurking under the surface," he said. "Look at it; meditate over it. You shall eat it, Mrs. Valeria, stewed in Burgundy!"

I heard Benjamin beginning to swing his cane behind him. "Drop the string!" I reiterated, more vehemently than ever. "Drop it, or I shall instantly leave you." Miserrimus Dexter's delicate nerves shuddered at my violence. "What a glorious voice!" he exclaimed and dropped the string. "Take the cakes," he added, addressing Ariel in his most imperial manner.

The one last thing now left to be settled related to our plans for returning to England. The doctors were the authorities on this subject. I promised to consult them about it at their next visit to Eustace. "Have you anything more to say to me?" Benjamin inquired, as he opened his writing-case. I thought of Miserrimus Dexter and Ariel; and I inquired if he had heard any news of them lately.

There were difficulties, of course, in my way. The first and greatest difficulty was to obtain an introduction to Miserrimus Dexter. The composing influence of the fresh air in the garden had by this time made me readier to lie down and rest than to occupy my mind in reflecting on my difficulties. Little by little I grew too drowsy to think then too lazy to go on walking.

"I am 'happy Ariel! What are you?" Miserrimus Dexter laughed uproariously. "Didn't I tell you?" he said. "Isn't she fun? Persons of the Drama." he resumed: "three in number. Women only. Angelica, a noble lady; noble alike in spirit and in birth. Cunegonda, a beautiful devil in woman's form. Damoride, her unfortunate maid. First scene: a dark vaulted chamber in a castle. Time, evening.

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