And with this aphorism he drew on his coat, buttoned it leisurely to the collar, and with a familiar nod left the room.
“Giacomo,” said Lord Culduff, “that man is not to be admitted again on any pretext. Tell the porter his place shall pay for it, if he passes the grille.”
Giacomo bowed silent acquiescence, and Lord Culduff lay back on a sofa and said, “Tell Dr. Pritchard to come here; tell my Lady, tell Mr. Temple, I feel very ill;” and so saying he closed his eyes and seemed overcome.
CHAPTER XXXIX. AT ALBANO
“Who do you think asks himself to dine with us to-day, Julia?” said L'Estrange to his sister on the day of the scene recorded in our last chapter.
“I cannot guess; but I am prepared to say I'll be glad to see any one.”
“It is very dull for you, indeed,” said he, compassionately.
“No, George, not that. Not half so bad for me as for you; but somehow I felt it would be a relief to have a guest, who would oblige us to drop our grumblings and exert ourselves to talk of something besides our own personal worries. Now, who is it?”
“What would you say to Mr. Cutbill?”