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The younger members of the club, humouring the joke, sent a waiter for the 'Peerage'; and read aloud the memoir of the nobleman in question, for the Doctor's benefit with illustrative morsels of information interpolated by themselves. 'Herbert John Westwick. First Baron Montbarry, of Montbarry, King's County, Ireland. Created a Peer for distinguished military services in India. Born, 1812.
He turned and looked at his sister-in-law. 'Do you hear that? he asked coldly. 'I hear it, she answered, more coldly still. 'Your visit is, to say the least of it, ill-timed. 'Your interference is, to say the least of it, out of place. With that retort, Lady Montbarry approached Agnes. The presence of Henry Westwick seemed at once to relieve and embolden her.
Lady Westwick was the most light-hearted, the most generous, the most impulsive of women; capable, when any serious occasion called it forth, of all that was devoted and self-sacrificing, but, at other and ordinary times, constitutionally restless, frivolous, and eager for perpetual gayety.
The manager returned with a wax taper in his hand, which he lighted as soon as he entered the room. 'We need fear no interruption now, he said. 'Be so kind, Mr. Westwick, as to hold the light. It is my business to find out what this extraordinary discovery means. Henry held the taper. Looking into the cavity, by the dim and flickering light, they both detected a dark object at the bottom of it.
The Palace Hotel, appealing for encouragement mainly to English and American travellers, celebrated the opening of its doors, as a matter of course, by the giving of a grand banquet, and the delivery of a long succession of speeches. Delayed on his journey, Henry Westwick only reached Venice in time to join the guests over their coffee and cigars.
In due course of time, the narrative, passing from mouth to mouth, reached the ears of the manager. He instantly saw that the credit of the hotel was in danger, unless something was done to retrieve the character of the room numbered Fourteen. English travellers, well acquainted with the peerage of their native country, informed him that Henry Westwick and Mrs.
She had torn the last of the series, and was still shrinking from throwing it after the rest into the swiftly destroying flame, when the old nurse came in, and asked if she would see 'Master Henry, meaning that youngest member of the Westwick family, who had publicly declared his contempt for his brother in the smoking-room of the club. Agnes hesitated.
By slow degrees, that strange doubly-blended odour, which the Commissioners had discovered in the vaults of the old palace which had sickened Francis Westwick in the bed-chamber of the new hotel spread its fetid exhalations over the room.
Some trifling event will bring us together the next time as trifling, I dare say, as the engagement of Ferrari. Sad nonsense, Mr. Westwick, is it not? But you make allowances for women; we all talk nonsense. Good morning, Miss Lockwood. She opened the door suddenly, as if she was afraid of being called back for the second time and left them. 'Do you think she is mad? Agnes asked.
'The question is a perfectly natural one on your part, she said, with the impenetrably ironical manner which she could assume on certain occasions. 'As a native of horse-racing England, you belong to a nation of gamblers. My brother died no extraordinary death, Mr. Westwick. He sank, with many other unfortunate people, under a fever prevalent in a Western city which we happened to visit.
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