It was just when this affair was thus, in her opinion, successfully settled, that Lord Colambre came in, with a countenance of unusual seriousness, his mind full of the melancholy scenes he had witnessed in his friend's family.
'What is the matter; Colambre ?' He related what had passed; he described the brutal conduct of Mordicai; the anguish of the mother and sisters; the distress of Mr.Berryl.

Tears rolled down Miss Nugent's cheeks.

Lady Clonbrony declared it was very shocking; listened with attention to all the particulars; but never failed to correct her son, whenever he said Mr.Berryl.
'Sir ARTHUR Berryl, you mean.' She was, however, really touched with compassion when he spoke of Lady Berryl's destitute condition; and her son was going on to repeat what Mordicai had said to him, but Lady Clonbrony interrupted-- 'Oh, my dear Colambre! don't repeat that detestable man's impertinent speeches to me.

If there is anything really about business, speak to your father.

At any rate, don't tell us of it now, because I've a hundred things to do,' said her ladyship, hurrying out of the room, 'Grace--Grace Nugent! I want you!' Lord Colambre sighed deeply.
'Don't despair,' said Miss Nugent, as she followed to obey her aunt's summons.