To any trinket or piece of furniture in this house I did not allow myself to question the right of Mrs.Wentworth; a right accruing to her in consequence of Welbeck's failure in the payment of his rent; but there was one thing which I felt an irresistible desire, and no scruples which should forbid me, to possess, and that was, the manuscript to which Welbeck had alluded, as having been written by the deceased Lodi.
I was well instructed in Latin, and knew the Tuscan language to be nearly akin to it.

I despaired not of being at some time able to cultivate this language, and believed that the possession of this manuscript might essentially contribute to this end, as well as to many others equally beneficial.

It was easy to conjecture that the volume was to be found among his printed books, and it was scarcely less easy to ascertain the truth of this conjecture.

I entered, not without tremulous sensations, into the apartment which had been the scene of the disastrous interview between Watson and Welbeck.

At every step I almost dreaded to behold the spectre of the former rise before me.
Numerous and splendid volumes were arranged on mahogany shelves, and screened by doors of glass.