The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 222: what you’re looking at

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whose presence on ts Occasion he could not ac- eopnt for, he said, “Make yourself at home, and don’t spare the wine.” “Mra, Sackville,” exclaimed the Marquis of Leve- eon, “ we are ready to hear you.” “Jt will be sufficient for me, my lord,” answered Venetia, “simply but emphatically to deny the ca- lumnious aspersion thrown upon me by Colonel Malpas. My husband is the proper person to con- duct my defence.” “First of all, then,” said Horace Sackville, “1 sha] request Captsin Tash to state whatever he knows of the interview between Colonel Malpas and my wife at Lady Wenlock’s.” “With much pleasure,” observed the gallant offi- cer, filling a tumbler with Port wine and draining it at a draught—for he coutemptuously eschewed the ave outside the door to everything he bas been saying,-- myself and my man Rebin, who is a faithful crea- ture, were concealed amongst the bushes in Lady Wenlock’s grounds, Why we were there, doesn’t matter,” be continued, darting a sly look at Lord Curzon and Sir Douglas Huntingdon : “it isenough to state that we were there. It is true that Mrv, Ar- buthnot and her daughter walked on in advance: but it is also true that Mrs. Sackville, as the then Miss Trelawney now is, treated the Colonel with mingled scorn, contempt, raillery, and defiance, according to the variations of language which he adopted towards | her. He hinted at some conspiracy that was set on foot against her, and declared that his own most intimate friends were engaged init. He informed her that she was the object of a wager on the part of seme base and infamous voloptuaries, Those were comliclbooks.com