"
"I am calm—quite calm, Rowland," she answered, with lips whose agitation
belied her words. “Will you come round to the hospital?” he asked. Hogarth, didn't I see
you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?"
"Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. But he was not a father
one could make much of. There sat Jack, evidently in the last stage of intoxication, with his collar
opened, his dress disarranged, a pipe in his mouth, a bowl of punch and a halfemptied rummer before him,—there he sat, receiving and returning, or rather
attempting to return,—for he was almost past consciousness,—the
blandishments of a couple of females, one of whom had passed her arm round
his neck, while the other leaned over the back of his chair and appeared from her
gestures to be whispering soft nonsense into his ear. She tried surreptitiously to
reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. I wonder if you will mind very much when I tell you they were
suggested by you. ‘To begin with,’ he said, ‘allow me a very tiny intimacy. Let’s have
an advance round of applause for our concertmaster,
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Lucy Albert!”
Lucy was horrified.
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