sday."

This to Lord George was very strange indeed. He could not but remember
all the circumstances of his former visit to his brother,--how he had
been insulted, how his wife had been vilified, how his brother had
heaped scorn on him. At first he thought that he was bound to refuse to
do as he was asked. But why should his brother ask him? And his brother
was his brother,--the head of his family. He decided at last that he
would go, and left a note himself at Scumberg's Hotel that evening,
saying that he would be there on the morrow.

He was very much perplexed in spirit as he thought of the coming
interview. He went to the Dean's club and to the Dean's hotel, hoping
to find the Dean, and thinking that as he had consented to act with the
Dean against his brother, he was bound in honour to let the Dean know
of the new phase in the affair. But he did not find his father-in-law.
The Dean returned to Brotherton on the following morning, and therefore
knew nothing of this meeting till some days after it had taken place.
The language which the Marquis had used to his brother they were last
together had been such as to render any friendly intercourse almost
impossible. And then the mingled bitterness, frivolity, and wickedness
of his brother, made every tone of the man's voice and every glance of
his eye distasteful to Lord George. Lord George was always honest, was
generally serious, and never malicious. There could be no greater
contrast than that which had been produced between the brothers, either
by difference of disposition from their birth, or by the varied
circumstances of a residence on an Italian lake and one at Manor Cross.
The Marquis thought his brother to be a fool, and did not scruple to
say so on all occasions. Lord George felt that his brother was a knave,
but would not have so called him on any consideration. The Marquis in
sending for his brother hoped that even after all that had passed, he
might make use of Lord George. Lord George in going to his brother,
hoped that even after all that had passed he might be of use to the
Marquis.

When he was shown into the sitting-room at the hotel, the Marchioness
was again there. She, no doubt, had been tutored. She got up at once
and shook hands with her brother-in-law, smiling graciously. It must
have been a comfort to both of them that they spoke no common language,
as they could hardly have had many thoughts to interchange with each
other.

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