A Daughter of Delilah — page 107: what you’re looking at

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98 “T MUST BUY. THE PAINTED JEZEBEL” mentioned, and saw St. Leonards speaking to an attend- ant. ‘‘Heavens!’’ he muttered. ‘‘A regular swell! Brown beard and mustache, and eye-glasses! His description exactly! Can he have been doing the amiable spy for the governor?”’ ‘‘Hallo! Alston!’’ drawled his lordship. ‘‘So there you are, bah Jove! I was just passing, you know, and as you generally hang out here, I thought I would ask for you. How are you, dear boy?”’ ‘‘Seedy—dused seedy! Sit down. What will you take?’’ Alston had hitherto treated Lord St. Leonards with scant respect, but he had now a two-fold object in view in being as civil as possible. ‘‘Aw—a small glass—a liqueur glass of green chartreuse, dear boy. Splendid tonic, bah Jove! I have some cigars— thanks! ‘T'wo of those choice Havanas your papa gave to me.’’ “What’s his game?’’ thought Alston. ‘‘Can it be a chance call?’’ They smoked in silence for a few minutes, then Alston blurted out. ‘‘See here, St. Leonards. Do you know a lady named Russell?’’ His lordship started slightly, then smiled blandly. ‘‘Do I know a lady named Russell?’’ he repeated. ‘‘Cer- tainly, dear boy, at least half a dozen.”’ ‘“Here—in New York?’’ Alston’s tones were imperative. He had drank too much brandy to preserve his caution for any length of time. Under the most favorable circumstances he was no Eomichbooks (E(o)