“So much for eaves-dropping. You need expect no pity from me,” said Miss Daly, sternly. “Where are these papers?”
“My Lord told me,” said the man, as he took them from his breast, “that I was to give them into Mr. Bicknell's own hands, with strictest directions to have them forwarded at the instant But for that,” added he, whining, “I had never come to this.”
“Let it be a lesson to you about listening, sir,” said Miss Daly. “Had my brother been here—”
“Oh, by the powers!” broke in Freney, “he 'd have pitched you neck and crop into the water-hogshead below, if your master was the Lord-Lieutenant.”
By this time Bicknell was busy reading the several addresses on the packets, and the names inscribed in the corners of each.
“If I 'm not mistaken, madam,” said he to Miss Daly, “this Lord Wallincourt is the new peer, whose brother died at Lisbon. The name is Forester.”
“Yes, sir, you are right,” muttered Linwood.
“The same Mr. Richard Forester my brother knew, the cousin of Lord Castlereagh?”
“Yes, ma'am,” said Linwood.
“Where is he? Is he here?”