‘Something of that kind,’ he answered with a smile; ’but proceed—­tell me all the facts you know.’

Word-mysteries of this sort fell frequent from the lips of the prince.  I continued the narrative.

’The two, then, met, and were reconciled.  But it was a reconciliation without cordiality, without affection—­a shaking of hands across a barrier of brass; and even this hand-shaking was a strictly metaphorical one, for they do not seem ever to have got beyond the interchange of a frigid bow.  The opportunities, however, for observation were few.  Soon after Randolph’s arrival at Orven Hall, his father entered on a life of the most absolute seclusion.  The mansion is an old three-storied one, the top floor consisting for the most part of sleeping-rooms, the first of a library, drawing-room, and so on, and the ground-floor, in addition to the dining and other ordinary rooms, of another small library, looking out (at the side of the house) on a low balcony, which, in turn, looks on a lawn dotted with flower-beds.  It was this smaller library on the ground-floor that was now divested of its books, and converted into a bedroom for the earl.  Hither he migrated, and here he lived, scarcely ever leaving it.  Randolph, on his part, moved to a room on the first floor immediately above this.  Some of the retainers of the family were dismissed, and on the remaining few fell a hush of expectancy, a sense of wonder, as to what these things boded.  A great enforced quiet pervaded the building, the least undue noise in any part being sure to be followed by the angry voice of the master demanding the cause.  Once, as the servants were supping in the kitchen on the side of the house most remote from that which he occupied, Lord Pharanx, slippered and in dressing-gown, appeared at the doorway, purple with rage, threatening to pack the whole company of them out of doors if they did not moderate the clatter of their knives and forks.  He had always been regarded with fear in his own household, and the very sound of his voice now became a terror.  His food was taken to him in the room he had made his habitation, and it was remarked that, though simple before in his gustatory tastes, he now—­possibly owing to the sedentary life he led—­became fastidious, insisting on recherche bits.  I mention all these details to you—­as I shall mention others—­not because they have the least connection with the tragedy as it subsequently occurred, but merely because I know them, and you have requested me to state all I know.’

‘Yes,’ he answered, with a suspicion of ennui, ’you are right.  I may as well hear the whole—­if I must hear a part.’