Here, read it, read it, man.—I've no head today."
Vivian took the letter, and his quick eye dashed through its contents in a second. It was from Lord Courtown, and dated far in the country. It talked of private communications, and premature conduct, and the suspicious, not to say dishonest, behaviour of Mr. Vivian Grey: it trusted that such conduct was not sanctioned by his Lordship, but "nevertheless obliged to act with decision—regretted the necessity," &c. &c. &c. &c. In short, Lord Courtown had deserted, and recalled his pledge as to the official appointment promised to Mr. Cleveland, "because that promise was made, while he was the victim of delusions created by the representations of Mr. Grey."
"What can all this mean, my Lord?"
The Marquess swore a fearful oath, and threw another letter.
"This is from Lord Beaconsfield, my Lord,"
