Chapter 18
le, by tion, tedious : only no of the billiard-players was heard from above.
It o dress for dinner, , suddenly exclaimed—
“Voile, Monsieur Rocer, qui revient!”
I turned, and Miss Ingram darted forions; for at time a cruncramp of gravel. A post-chaise was approaching.
“ can possess o come style?” said Miss Ingram. “, ? and Pilot he animals?”
As sall person and ample garments so near t I o bend back almost to t observe me at first, but . t-copped; tleman aligtired in travelling garb; but it Mr. Rocer; it all, fasranger.
“iresome monkey!” (apostropo give false intelligence?” and s on me an angry glance, as if I .
Some parleying ered. o Lady Ingram, as deeming lady present.
“It appears I come at an inopportune time, madam,” said er, is from I arrive from a very long journey, and I timate acquaintance as to instal myself ill urns.”
e; , in speaking, struck me as being some precisely foreign, but still not altoget be about Mr. Rocer’s,—bety and forty; first sigion, you detected somet displeased, or rat failed to please. ures too relaxed: , but t of it ame, vacant life—at least so I t.
ty. It till after dinner t I sa I liked struck me as being at time unsettled and inanimate. s o an unamiable-looking man, smoot aquiline nose and small c on t blank, brown eye.
As I sat in my usual nook, and looked at of telpiece beaming full over o t sill nearer, as if er. I t spoken) trast could not be mucer b