Twice down the columns of panic newspaper correspondence Lord Ormont saw his name cited, with the effect on him that such signs of national repentance approaching lodged a crabbed sourness in his consulting-room, whether of head or breast.
He was assailed by a gusty appeal from Lady Charlotte, bidding him seize the moment to proclaim his views while the secretary had a private missive from her, wherein, between insistency and supplication, she directed him to bring the subject before my lord every day, and be sure to write out a fair copy of the epistle previous to the transmission of it.

'Capua' was mentioned; she brought in 'a siren,' too.

Her brother was to be the soldier again--fling off silken bonds.

The world might prate of his morality; now was the hour for showing his patriotism, casting aside his just anger, and backing his chief's opinion.

'A good chance to get their names together.' To her brother she declared that the columns of the leading journal were open to him--'in large type'; he was to take her word for it; he had only to 'dictate away,' quite at his ease, just as he talked at Olmer, and leave the bother of the scribe's business to his aide.