The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 365: what you’re looking at

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348 REYNOLDS’ WORKS convince me that so far from being inexperienced in our habits, manners, and customs, she is in every way as civilized and accomplished a woman as any English lady in the land.” “ Well, my lord,” said Madame Angelique, “‘ I will lose no time in seeing what Sagoonah the ayah can do for me.” ‘Be it so,’ responded the duke, and having quaffed another tumbler of wine, he took his departure. On returning to his mansion in Belgrave Square, the Duke of Marchmont learned that Mr. Armytage was waiting to see him. An expression of annoyance passed over his counte- nance, but he repaired to the room where Zoe’s father was seated. Composing his looks in as amiable a manner as he possibly could, he gave Armytage his hand, saying, “ Well, what brings you hither at half-past ten o’clock at night? ”’ ‘“T regret to say,” replied Armytage, “ that I am com- pelled to beg a boon — ’”’ ‘What! another?” ejaculated the duke, utterly unable to repress his anger and annoyance. ‘ But of course,’ he added, hastily, “‘ it isnot of a pecuniary character? ”’ ‘Indeed, my lord,” responded Mr. Armytage, “I am sorry to say —- ”’ “ But what the deuce is coming over you, my good fel- low?’ exclaimed Marchmont. ‘‘ You who for years were so prosperous have of late appeared to be going altogether in the contrary direction.” ‘“T hope and trust, my lord,” responded Armytage, “ that it is merely a temporary inconvenience which I am suffering. I shall put myself right shortly.” “Ah! so you told me six or seven months ago, when | lent you fifty thousand pounds, which, I need not remind you, have never been repaid.” “Tt is perfectly true, my lord,” answered Zoe’s father, erowing more and more doggedly decisive in his tone, “* but it is not the less certain that if I do not have twenty-five thousand pounds to-morrow by midday, I shall be a ruined man.”’ “ Twenty-five thousand pounds, Travers,” ejaculated the duke. “ Hush, my lord! that name!” said Armytage, hastily. ‘ Perdition take the name,” cried Marchmont, as if driven almost to desperation. “And yet methinks,” said Armytage, coldly, “it was CONNIE KOO! KS (E(0)