Perhaps you
would poison us both to conceal your own necromancy. But we are
persons who want neither the means of making our wrongs known,
nor the assistance of friends to right them."
"You have had no wrongs from me, madam," said the adept. "You
sought one who is little grateful for such honour. He seeks no
one, and only gives responses to those who invite and call upon
him. After all, you have but learned a little sooner the evil
which you must still be doomed to endure. I hear your servant's
step at the door, and will detain your ladyship and Lady Forester
no longer. The next packet from the Continent will explain what
you have already partly witnessed. Let it not, if I may advise,
pass too suddenly into your sister's hands."
So saying, he bid Lady Bothwell good-night. She went, lighted by
the adept, to the vestibule, where he hastily threw a black cloak
over his singular dress, and opening the door, entrusted his
visitors to the care of the servant. It was with difficulty that
Lady Bothwell sustained her sister to the carriage, though it was
only twenty steps distant. When they arrived at home, Lady
Forester required medical assistance. The physician of the
family attended, and shook his head on feeling her pulse.
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