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308 dismissed service made grateful by long habit. However, one or two knew him personally; and with some difficulty he had a message sent to his brother—an unsuccessful one though, for the Earl was not to be found. "I dare-say," said a domestic carelessly, as if the subject were of very inferior interest to some sweet-meats which were being arranged,—"I dare-say he is in the green room in the south turret; my lord is so odd, he would sooner sit poking by himself than" What species of enjoyment was to form the comparison, Edward did not wait to hear; for, hastily taking up a lamp, he hurried towards the south turret. He knew it well; as a boy, it had been considered as his own domain. Perhaps something of affectionate recollection might have instigated Algernon's choice; but Edward only thought of one passage in the last letter: "Daily I give up points very dear to me, because the pain of insisting is greater than the pain of refusing; and I speak now of mere bodily weakness." To reach the turret, it was necessary to cross a gallery filled with musicians and servants, looking eagerly down on the festivity below. It commanded a view of the whole hall; and