"Barnet, or Barnhurst, or some such name."
"Ah!" and the Madam changed color, "and you left this man there?"
"He must have had a constitution of iron, to stand all those knocks! Do you know in a little while he was on his feet, explaining to the clergyman's lady, that he had come home with her husband, the night before, and had been dragged by unknown ruffians, from that very house,—"
"The dev-i-l!" and Madam clutched the arms of her chair, as she tried to restrain the rage, which filled every atom of her bulky frame.
"And now, he's down stairs at the door—"
"Down stairs at the door!" she bounded from her chair.
"He has a book under his arm, bound in red morocco," continued Dr. Conroy,—"and he desires to see you on particular business," and Conroy filled another glass, half full of brandy.
Once more to the death-room of Alice.
Dermoyne, who was as white as a sheet, stood but one step from the threshold, Godiva was by the bed, Herman near the head of the bed: thus Godiva was between the avenger and his victim.