9/12 These London servants are as bad as the Carbonari. But, as I was saying, poor Glyndon--" Here a knock was heard at the door. "Bless me," said Mrs.Mervale, "it is past ten! Who can that possibly be ?" "Perhaps your uncle, the admiral," said the husband, with a slight peevishness in his accent. "He generally favours us about this hour." "I hope, my love, that none of my relations are unwelcome visitors at your house. The admiral is a most entertaining man, and his fortune is entirely at his own disposal." "No one I respect more," said Mr.Mervale, with emphasis. |