Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 86: what you’re looking at

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BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. 81 into hypochondria. We tried all that skill could do, but I confess in this case we have failed. Madam, I am only de- sirous of restoring her to her friends since she is beyond our skill; so I will give immediate orders that she be prepared to accompany you.” | The doughty superintendent rose and violently rang a bell; suppressed fury and mortification had turned his obese face blue and convulsed. His double eye-glass covered my father with a suspicious and glassy scowl. T’he man in livery appeared at the door. ‘“‘Order Matron No. 6 to gather Miss White’s wardrobe together and prepare her for a journey immediately.” ‘«She’s all ready, sir, and the cab is at the door,” said the man, with a side glance quick as hght toward me. ‘* Fool!” muttered the man of honor, darting a malevo- lent scowl at his retainer. ‘‘ You must be making a mis- take,” he added, for the general benefit; ‘‘I will see to this myself.” He hurried out, pushing his man like stubble from his path; but Mr. Hobson, whose eye was firmly fixed upon the main chance, soon crept back again. | ‘‘They’ve been waiting for you to get out of the way for the last twenty minutes,” he said, in a rasping whisper; ‘‘Mr. Warrick has sat with his top-coat on till he is blis- tered with heat, and the patient—she won’t be the better for his temper.” | ‘‘Where did they intend to convey her?” asked my father. | ‘¢To a country institootion!” said the man, with a grin. ‘When the city gets too hot to hold any of the incurables, they prescribe country air for ’em, and when they get whisked off there, they’re not found again, you better be- lieve.” : ‘You are a sensible fellow,” said my father, tossing him a twenty-dollar bill ‘‘ Take that, and if you see anything going on that doesn’t strike your notions of propriety in connection with Miss White, come and tell me. Off now.” The man disappeared with a knowing nod, and in five minutes we heard the wheels of a carriage leave the door. We were becoming every instant more distrustful, when Doctor Oaks re-entered the room, his heavy brows bearing evidence of a recent explosion. ‘““T regret to say that Miss White is unfit to travel to- CORNUCG OOO S (©)