The laugh with which he concluded this speech rang out with something so devilish in its cadence that she turned away sickened and disgusted.
“If I thought you as base as your words bespeak you, I'd never see you again,” said she, rising and moving towards the door.
“I'll have one cigar, mother, before I join you in the drawing-room,” said he, taking it out as he spoke. “I'd not have indulged if you had not left me. May I order a little more sherry?”
“Ring for whatever you want,” said she, coldly, and quitted the room.
CHAPTER XIII. THE VISIT TO THE JAIL.
Colonel Sewell was well known in the city, and when he presented himself at the jail, was received by the deputy-governor with all fitting courtesy. “Your house is pretty full, I believe, Mr. Bland,” said Sewell, jocularly.
“Yes, sir; I never remember to have had so many prisoners in charge; and the Mountjoy Prison has sent off two drafts this morning to England, to make room for the new committals. The order is all right, sir,” said he, looking at the paper Sewell extended towards him. “The governor has given him a small room in his own house. It would have been hard to put him with the others, who are so inferior to him.”
“A man of station and rank, then?” asked Sewell.
“So they say, sir.”