I am alone in the world.

To the loss of my husband has now been added another bereavement, the loss of my companion in America, my brother--Baron Rivar.' The reputation of the Baron, and the doubt which scandal had thrown on his assumed relationship to the Countess, were well known to Francis.
'Shot in a gambling-saloon ?' he asked brutally.
'The question is a perfectly natural one on your part,' she said, with the impenetrably ironical manner which she could assume on certain occasions.

'As a native of horse-racing England, you belong to a nation of gamblers.

My brother died no extraordinary death, Mr.
Westwick.

He sank, with many other unfortunate people, under a fever prevalent in a Western city which we happened to visit.