Silas Marden, Rector of Runnigate, and has issue, three daughters.  Younger brothers of his lordship, Francis and Henry, unmarried.  Sisters of his lordship, Lady Barville, married to Sir Theodore Barville, Bart.; and Anne, widow of the late Peter Norbury, Esq., of Norbury Cross.  Bear his lordship’s relations well in mind, Doctor.  Three brothers Westwick, Stephen, Francis, and Henry; and two sisters, Lady Barville and Mrs. Norbury.  Not one of the five will be present at the marriage; and not one of the five will leave a stone unturned to stop it, if the Countess will only give them a chance.  Add to these hostile members of the family another offended relative not mentioned in the ‘Peerage,’ a young lady—­’

A sudden outburst of protest in more than one part of the room stopped the coming disclosure, and released the Doctor from further persecution.

’Don’t mention the poor girl’s name; it’s too bad to make a joke of that part of the business; she has behaved nobly under shameful provocation; there is but one excuse for Montbarry—­he is either a madman or a fool.’  In these terms the protest expressed itself on all sides.  Speaking confidentially to his next neighbour, the Doctor discovered that the lady referred to was already known to him (through the Countess’s confession) as the lady deserted by Lord Montbarry.  Her name was Agnes Lockwood.  She was described as being the superior of the Countess in personal attraction, and as being also by some years the younger woman of the two.  Making all allowance for the follies that men committed every day in their relations with women, Montbarry’s delusion was still the most monstrous delusion on record.  In this expression of opinion every man present agreed—­the lawyer even included.  Not one of them could call to mind the innumerable instances in which the sexual influence has proved irresistible in the persons of women without even the pretension to beauty.  The very members of the club whom the Countess (in spite of her personal disadvantages) could have most easily fascinated, if she had thought it worth her while, were the members who wondered most loudly at Montbarry’s choice of a wife.

While the topic of the Countess’s marriage was still the one topic of conversation, a member of the club entered the smoking-room whose appearance instantly produced a dead silence.  Doctor Wybrow’s next neighbour whispered to him, ’Montbarry’s brother—­ Henry Westwick!’

The new-comer looked round him slowly, with a bitter smile.

’You are all talking of my brother,’he said.  ’Don’t mind me.  Not one of you can despise him more heartily than I do.  Go on, gentlemen—­go on!’

But one man present took the speaker at his word.  That man was the lawyer who had already undertaken the defence of the Countess.

‘I stand alone in my opinion,’ he said, ’and I am not ashamed of repeating it in anybody’s hearing.  I consider the Countess Narona to be a cruelly-treated woman.  Why shouldn’t she be Lord Montbarry’s wife?  Who can say she has a mercenary motive in marrying him?’