“They were by this time arrived at the door of a spacious and elegant mansion, where a servant waited with a light, and conducted him into a parlour superbly furnished. Theodore would have retreated.
‘I must be an intruder here,’ said he; ‘shew me into any place more suitable to my present condition. I fear your humanity induces you to act without permission from the master of the house.’
‘Indeed I do not, Sir,’ replied the man; ‘our Peter has been sent up to my young master with an account of your misfortune; and though he has retired for the night, being much fatigued after a long journey, he begs you will not refuse to accept the offer of accommodation, and has ordered us to pay you every attention which your situation requires.’
‘I am infinitely obliged to your master for his politeness and hospitality. May I beg to know his name?’
‘Baron Montgomery, Sir.’
“Theodore put his hand in his pocket for a card; but fatigue and exertion had so completely overpowered him, that he fainted away. When he recovered, he found himself in bed. Proper styptics had been applied to his head, to stop the effusion of blood, and such cordial restoratives administered as essentially relieved him.
“The young man then retired, leaving him to repose. As he took leave of him for the night, he said—‘Should you want any thing, Sir, please to ring the bell; there will be a person up all night.’
‘Not on my account, I hope,’ said Fitzallan.
‘No, Sir; my old master expired this day at two o’clock, and there is one of the domestics sitting up with the corpse, which is in the apartment below this.’
‘Very well,’ returned Theodore, and then wished the man a goodnight.