It was a perfectly satisfactory picture. In the meantime he was more than ready for the first act of the little comedy wherein the ci-devant Marquis de Varenac would make his bow to good patriots as the Citizen Morice.
Involuntarily he chuckled as he thought of one morning, a few days since, when he had put a superfluous Morice de Varenac safely out of the way.
Confound that fellow Trouet! was he never coming?
My lord was getting restless.
A passing curiosity led him to the library.
Pity old Steenie had met such a paltry fate; he might have helped wile away a heavy hour with the cards.
Poor Steenie!
Jack Denningham slowly took a pinch of snuff as he looked down at the still figure at his feet.
A sight to point a moral.
The handsome but bloated face, the rich dress, helpless hands, and the broken bowl, with the sickening smell of punch-fumes mingling with the close atmosphere of the room.