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CHAPTER VIII THE AVENGING HUSBAND Lorp CLANDON reached the house, and in the looks of the domestics whom he found in the hall he beheld consterna- tion and wonderment depicted. At the same instant the Duke of Marchmont came hastening down the staircase, crying in a loud voice, “‘ Let Mrs. Bailey’s carriage be got ready this moment. Hasten away, some of you, to give the orders. Let there be not a single instant lost unnecessarily.” Three or four footmen scampered off to the stables to issue their master’s commands, and the duke, now perceiving Lord Clandon, walked straight up to him with sternly fierce looks, and said, in tones of deep, concentrated rage, ‘‘ Hugh, my happiness is wrecked through your accursed counsel.” ‘For Heaven’s sake, my dear uncle,’’ exclaimed Lord Clandon, ‘‘ do not reproach me! Be just, be generous, as you have ever yet proved yourself.”’ ‘Oh, Hugh, I am half-mad!’’ murmured theduke. ‘“ For- give me — I wronged you. But come hither.’’ Thus speaking, he hurried his nephew into the nearest parlour, and when they were alone there together, he began pacing to and fro in the most violent agitation. ‘“My dear uncle, it kills me to behold you thus,” said Clandon, approaching his relative with an air of earnest, sympathizing entreaty. ‘* Tell me what I can do —’”’ ‘“‘ Nothing, nothing; my happiness is gone for ever. And yet,” said the duke, suddenly assuming a calmer aspect and ) a more dignified manner, ‘‘I ought not to torture myself. thus for a vile woman and an infamous young man. Hugh, are you aware,” he added, speaking as if through his set teeth, ‘that she whom I lately called my wife and loved as such is unworthy of that name and of that love? ”’ 93 com () LOOKS (EO)