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Agnes
stopped
her
there
.
’
I
only
wanted
to
ask
,
’
she
explained
,
’
if
anything
was
said
or
done
by
Baron
Rivar
which
might
account
for
Ferrari
’
s
strange
conduct
.
’
’
Nothing
that
I
know
of
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Rolland
.
’
The
Baron
and
Mr
.
Ferrari
(
if
I
may
use
such
an
expression
)
were
"
birds
of
a
feather
,
"
so
far
as
I
could
see
—
I
mean
,
one
was
as
unprincipled
as
the
other
.
I
am
a
just
woman
;
and
I
will
give
you
an
example
.
Only
the
day
before
I
left
,
I
heard
the
Baron
say
(
through
the
open
door
of
his
room
while
I
was
passing
along
the
corridor
)
,
"
Ferrari
,
I
want
a
thousand
pounds
.
What
would
you
do
for
a
thousand
pounds
?
"
And
I
heard
Mr
.
Ferrari
answer
,
"
Anything
,
sir
,
as
long
as
I
was
not
found
out
.
"
And
then
they
both
burst
out
laughing
.
I
heard
no
more
than
that
.
Judge
for
yourself
,
Miss
.
’
Agnes
reflected
for
a
moment
.
A
thousand
pounds
was
the
sum
that
had
been
sent
to
Mrs
.
Ferrari
in
the
anonymous
letter
.
Was
that
enclosure
in
any
way
connected
,
as
a
result
,
with
the
conversation
between
the
Baron
and
Ferrari
?
It
was
useless
to
press
any
more
inquiries
on
Mrs
.
Rolland
.
She
could
give
no
further
information
which
was
of
the
slightest
importance
to
the
object
in
view
.
There
was
no
alternative
but
to
grant
her
dismissal
.
One
more
effort
had
been
made
to
find
a
trace
of
the
lost
man
,
and
once
again
the
effort
had
failed
They
were
a
family
party
at
the
dinner
-
table
that
day
.
The
only
guest
left
in
the
house
was
a
nephew
of
the
new
Lord
Montbarry
—
the
eldest
son
of
his
sister
,
Lady
Barville
.
Lady
Montbarry
could
not
resist
telling
the
story
of
the
first
(
and
last
)
attack
made
on
the
virtue
of
Mrs
.
Rolland
,
with
a
comically
-
exact
imitation
of
Mrs
.
Rolland
’
s
deep
and
dismal
voice
.
Being
asked
by
her
husband
what
was
the
object
which
had
brought
that
formidable
person
to
the
house
,
she
naturally
mentioned
the
expected
visit
of
Miss
Haldane
.
Arthur
Barville
,
unusually
silent
and
pre
-
occupied
so
far
,
suddenly
struck
into
the
conversation
with
a
burst
of
enthusiasm
.
’
Miss
Haldane
is
the
most
charming
girl
in
all
Ireland
!
’
he
said
.
’
I
caught
sight
of
her
yesterday
,
over
the
wall
of
her
garden
,
as
I
was
riding
by
.
What
time
is
she
coming
to
-
morrow
?
Before
two
?
I
’
ll
look
into
the
drawing
-
room
by
accident
—
I
am
dying
to
be
introduced
to
her
!
’
Agnes
was
amused
by
his
enthusiasm
.
’
Are
you
in
love
with
Miss
Haldane
already
?
’
she
asked
.
Arthur
answered
gravely
,
’
It
’
s
no
joking
matter
.
I
have
been
all
day
at
the
garden
wall
,
waiting
to
see
her
again
!
It
depends
on
Miss
Haldane
to
make
me
the
happiest
or
the
wretchedest
man
living
.
’
’
You
foolish
boy
!
How
can
you
talk
such
nonsense
?
’
He
was
talking
nonsense
undoubtedly
.
But
,
if
Agnes
had
only
known
it
,
he
was
doing
something
more
than
that
.
He
was
innocently
leading
her
another
stage
nearer
on
the
way
to
Venice
.
As
the
summer
months
advanced
,
the
transformation
of
the
Venetian
palace
into
the
modern
hotel
proceeded
rapidly
towards
completion
.
The
outside
of
the
building
,
with
its
fine
Palladian
front
looking
on
the
canal
,
was
wisely
left
unaltered
.
Inside
,
as
a
matter
of
necessity
,
the
rooms
were
almost
rebuilt
—
so
far
at
least
as
the
size
and
the
arrangement
of
them
were
concerned
.
The
vast
saloons
were
partitioned
off
into
’
apartments
’
containing
three
or
four
rooms
each
.
The
broad
corridors
in
the
upper
regions
afforded
spare
space
enough
for
rows
of
little
bedchambers
,
devoted
to
servants
and
to
travellers
with
limited
means
.
Nothing
was
spared
but
the
solid
floors
and
the
finely
-
carved
ceilings
.
These
last
,
in
excellent
preservation
as
to
workmanship
,
merely
required
cleaning
,
and
regilding
here
and
there
,
to
add
greatly
to
the
beauty
and
importance
of
the
best
rooms
in
the
hotel
.
The
only
exception
to
the
complete
re
-
organization
of
the
interior
was
at
one
extremity
of
the
edifice
,
on
the
first
and
second
floors
.
Here
there
happened
,
in
each
case
,
to
be
rooms
of
such
comparatively
moderate
size
,
and
so
attractively
decorated
,
that
the
architect
suggested
leaving
them
as
they
were
.
It
was
afterwards
discovered
that
these
were
no
other
than
the
apartments
formerly
occupied
by
Lord
Montbarry
(
on
the
first
floor
)
,
and
by
Baron
Rivar
(
on
the
second
)
.
The
room
in
which
Montbarry
had
died
was
still
fitted
up
as
a
bedroom
,
and
was
now
distinguished
as
Number
Fourteen
.
The
room
above
it
,
in
which
the
Baron
had
slept
,
took
its
place
on
the
hotel
-
register
as
Number
Thirty
-
Eight
.
