I confess I don't like him the worse for that," added the close noble.

"But he lived with the Italian doctors and men of science; and encouraged, in particular, one strange fellow who affected sorcery, I fancy, or something very like it.

Godolphin resided in a very lonely spot at Rome: and I believe laboratories, and caldrons, and all sorts of devilish things, were always at work there--at least so people said." "And yet," said Constance, "you thought him too sensible to be easily taken in ?" "Indeed I do, Miss Vernon; and the proof of it is, that no man has less fortune or is made more of.

He plays, it is true, but only occasionally; though as a player at games of skill--piquet, billiards, whist,--he has no equal, unless it be Saville.

But then Saville, entre noun, is suspected of playing unfairly." "And you are quite sure," said the placid Lady Erpingham, "that Mr.
Godolphin is only indebted to skill for his success ?" Constance darted a glance of fire at the speaker.
"Why, faith, I believe so! No one ever accused him of a single shabby, or even suspicious trick; and indeed, as I said before, no one was ever more sought after in society, though he shuns it; and he's devilish right, for it's a cursed bore!" "My dear Robert! at your age!" exclaimed the mother.