Octagon would be to read it.
However, he had quite enough evidence to force her into decent
behavior. He did not intend to leave that room till he had
Mrs. Octagon's free consent to the marriage and a promise that
she would go abroad for an indefinite period with her hopeful
son, Basil. In this way Cuthbert hoped to get rid of these
undesirable relatives and to start his married life in peace.
"Nothing less than exile will settle matters," he muttered.
Mrs. Octagon, in a gorgeous tea-gown, swept into the room with
a frown on her strongly-marked face. She looked rather like
Maraquito, and apparently was in a bad temper. Mallow could
see that she was surprised when she entered, as, thinking Lord
Caranby was incapacitated by the accident described by Juliet,
she did not know how he came to call at so late an hour.
Moreover, Lord Caranby had never visited her before. However,
she apparently was bent on receiving him in a tragic manner,
and swept forward with the mien of a Siddons. When she came
into the room she caught sight of Cuthbert's face in the blaze
of the lamp and stopped short. "How--" she said in her
deepest tone, and then became prosaic and very angry. "What
is the meaning of this, Mr. Mallow? I hoped to see--"
"My uncle. I know you did. But he is dead."
Mrs. Octagon caught at a chair to stop herself from falling,
and wiped away a tear. "Dead!" she muttered, and dropped on
to the sofa.
"He died two hours ago.
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