The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 93: what you’re looking at

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6 REYNOLDS’ WORKS him, for Mr. Price was keen and shrewd, and was not likely to disobey nor neglect his master’s mandates. In twenty minutes the cab which bore the duke drew up in front of Newgate, and his Grace alighting, knocked at the door of the governor’s house. On giving his name, he was at once ushered into a room, where the governor received him with mingled sympathy and respect. ‘“‘ This is a dreadful thing, my lord,” said the prison func- tionary, who was by no means astonished to see Marchmont looking so pale, haggard, and agitated; ‘‘ but it is an event for which your Grace must have been for long years more or less prepared, as it might have happened at any moment, — although, I believe, your Grace fancied your brother to be dead? ”’ ‘““ | come to see that unhappy brother of mine,” interrupted the duke. ‘‘ Show me to his cell, and let me be alone with him.”’ It was contrary to the gaol regulations to admit visitors to prisoners at that late hour in the evening, but on behalf of a duke all such restrictions were readily set aside. The gov- ernor therefore at once obeyed with alacrity, and he con- ducted Marchmont along the gloomy corridors toward the cell which Lord Clandon now tenanted. The massive door swung upon its hinges; a single candle was burning inside, and by the dim light Lord Clandon was discovered sleeping on the humble pallet. Yes, he was sleeping after the ex- hausting circumstances of the day, and he slept serenely, too, with no convulsing starts, with no tossing nor heaving on the bolster, with no flinging about of the arms. The governor closed the door, without bolting it, having intimated to his Grace that he would wait at the extremity of the corri- dor. The Duke of Marchmont stood by the side of the pallet, looking down upon the sleeping countenance of his brother. That brother was sleeping, as we have said, serenely, and the duke murmured to himself, ‘‘ Would to Heaven that I could slumber like him! Bertram!” and he placed his hand upon his brother’s shoulder. Lord Clandon opened his eyes, and on beholding the duke he started slightly for an instant, then rising from the pallet, he said, coldly, ‘‘ What seek you with me? ” ‘ Bertram, how ean you ask this question? ” exclaimed Gomicdooks (E(0)