In this room the dancing went forward.

Supper was served in the older hall in the front, and it was while this was in progress that a thunderstorm began.

The rarity of such a phenomenon in the depth of winter formed the subject of general remark; but though the lightning was extremely brilliant, being seen distinctly through the curtained windows, the storm appeared to be at some distance, and, except for one peal, the thunder was not loud.

After supper dancing was resumed, and I was taking part in a polka (called, I remember, the "_King Pippin_"), when my partner pointed out that one of the footmen wished to speak with me.

I begged him to lead me to one side, and the servant then informed me that my brother was ill.