nster. Deathly dull hole."
"Do for your next novel. Eh?" said the other with a laugh.
Mark Shrewsbury smiled good-naturedly.
"Talking of novels," he observed, with another yawn, "I heard such a
story down there!"
"Did you? Let's hear it. A nice little scandal would do instead of a
pick-me-up."
"It's not a scandal. Don't raise your expectations. It's the story of a
successful scoundrel."
And then I came out again in full vigour--nay, with vastly increased
powers; for though Mark Shrewsbury did not add very much to me, or alter
my appearance, yet his graphic words made me much more impressive than I
had been under the management of Mrs. Selldon.
"H'm! that's a queer story," said the limp-looking young man from
Switzerland. "I say, have a game of billiards, will you?"
Shrewsbury, with prodigious yawn, dragged himself up out of his chair,
and the two went off together. As they left the room the only other man
present looked up from his newspaper, following them with his eyes.
"Shrewsbury the novelist," he thought to himself. "A sterling fellow!
And he heard it from an Archdeacon's wife. Confound it all! the thing
must be true then. I'll write and make full inquiries about this Zaluski
before consenting to the engagement."
And, being a prompt, business-like man, Gertrude Morley's uncle sat down
and wrote the following letter to a Russian friend of his who lived at
St. Petersburg, and who might very likely be able to give some account of
Zaluski:--
Dear Leonoff,--Some very queer stories are afloat about a young Polish
merchant, by name Sigismund Zaluski, the head of the London branch of
the firm of Zaluski and Zernoff, at St. Petersburg. Will you kindly
make inquiries for me as to his true character and history? I would
not trouble you with this affair, but the fact is Zaluski has made an
offer of marriage to one of my wards, and before consenting to any
betrothal I must know what sort of man he really is. I take it for
granted that "there is no smoke without fire," and that there must be
something in the very strange tale which I have just heard on the best
authority. It is said that this Sigismund Zaluski left St. Petersburg
in March 1881, after the assassination of the late Czar, in which he
was seriously compromised. He is said to be an out-and-out Nihilist,
an atheist, and, in short, a dangerous, disreputable fellow. Will you
sift the matt
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