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'I am full,' he said, extending his palms to express his despair.' The

Earl of Chatham and his lordship's company travelling from Bath occupy

all the west wing and the greater part of the house; and I have

positively no rooms fit for your ladyship's use. I am grieved,

desolated, to have to say this to a person in your ladyship's position,'

he continued glibly, 'and an esteemed customer, but--' and again he

extended his hands.

'A fig for your desolation!' her ladyship cried rudely. 'It don't help

me, Smith.' 'But your ladyship sees how it is.' 'I am hanged if I do!' she retorted, and used an expression too coarse

for modern print. 'But I suppose that there is another house, man.' 'Certainly, my lady--several,' the landlord answered, with a gesture of

deprecation. 'But all full. And the accommodation not of a kind to suit

your ladyship's tastes.' 'Then--what are we to do?' she asked with angry shrillness.

'We have fresh horses,' he ventured to suggest. 'The road is good, and

in four hours, or four and a half at the most, your ladyship might be in

Bath, where there is an abundance of good lodgings.' 'Bless the man!' cried the angry peeress. 'Does he think I have a skin

of leather to stand this jolting and shaking? Four hours more! I'll lie

in my carriage first!' A small rain was beginning to fall, and the night promised to be wet as

well as cold. Mr. Thomasson, who had spent the last hour, while his

companion slept, in visions of the sumptuous dinner, neat wines, and

good beds that awaited him at the Castle Inn, cast a despairing glance

at the doorway, whence issued a fragrance that made his mouth water.

'Oh, positively,' he cried, addressing the landlord, 'something must be

done, my good man. For myself, I can sleep in a chair if her ladyship

can anyway be accommodated.' 'Well,' said the landlord dubiously, 'if her ladyship could allow her

woman to lie with her?' 'Bless the man! Why did you not say that at once?' cried my lady. 'Oh,

she may come!' This last in a voice that promised little comfort for

the maid.

'And if the reverend gentleman--would put up with a couch below stairs?' 'Yes, yes,' said Mr. Thomasson; but faintly, now it came to the point.

'Then I think I can manage--if your ladyship will not object to sup with

some guests who have just arrived, and are now sitting down? Friends of

Sir George Soane,' the landlord hastened to add, 'whom your ladyship

probably knows.' 'Drat the man!--too well!' Lady Dunborough answered, making a wry face.

For by this time she had heard all about the duel. 'He has nearly cost

me dear! But, there--if we must, we must. Let me get my tooth in the

dinner, and I won't stand on my company.' And she proceeded to descend,

and, the landlord going before her, entered the house.