“He’s gone!—the bright, the young, the gifted, the noblest of his illustrious race—gone! gone up in flames and unimaginable glory!”
“Who?”
“My precious, precious young kinsman—Kirkcudbright Llanover Marjoribanks Sellers Viscount Berkeley, son and heir of usurping Rossmore.”
“No!”
“It’s true—too true.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“Where?”
“Right here in Washington; where he arrived from England last night, the papers say.”
“You don’t say!”