He spent the remainder of the afternoon looking for a friend whom he found at
last in the billiard room of one of the smaller clubs to which he belonged. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms and
short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to
the days of grand Rome herself. "I didn't think you'd been so
easily fooled, Joan. She
had known that Remenham House would be deserted, for Martha—released, as
she had carefully explained to her charge, by her vows to God from servitude
and obedience to Nicholas Charvill, a mere mortal—had begun a
correspondence with a friend of her youth, Mrs Joan Ibstock, née Pottiswick.
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