Can't you console yourself with somebody else ?' 'Heavens, Lord George! Antonio!' 'Console yourself with Eugenio,' said the young nobleman bitterly, and began ringing his bell; on which his valet, who was in an inner room, came out, and he bade him show her Ladyship downstairs.
Lady Lyndon issued from the room in the greatest flurry.

She was dressed in deep weeds, with a veil over her face, and did not recognise the person waiting in the outer apartment.

As she went down the stairs, I stepped lightly after her, and as her chairman opened her door, sprang forward, and took her hand to place her in the vehicle.

'Dearest widow,' said I, 'his Lordship spoke correctly.

Console yourself with Eugenio!' She was too frightened even to scream, as her chairman carried her away.
She was set down at her house, and you may be sure that I was at the chair-door, as before, to help her out.
'Monstrous man!' said she, 'I desire you to leave me.' 'Madam, it would be against my oath,' replied I; 'recollect the vow Eugenio sent to Calista.' 'If you do not quit me, I will call for the domestics to turn you from the door.' 'What! when I am come with my Calista's letters in my pocket, to return them mayhap?
You can soothe, madam, but you cannot frighten Redmond Barry.' 'What is it you would have of me, sir ?' said the widow, rather agitated.
'Let me come upstairs, and I will tell you all,' I replied; and she condescended to give me her hand, and to permit me to lead her from her chair to her drawing-room.
When we were alone I opened my mind honourably to her.
'Dearest madam,' said I, 'do not let your cruelty drive a desperate slave to fatal measures.