Stay where you are, Mr. Never mind. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. If he was asleep, then she much regretted that she must wake him up. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. While the cloth was laid, the host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern Midnight Conversation.
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