Mrs. Tweasle reached the Italian villa as it was getting dusk, and
the family sat up till midnight expecting Mr. Tweasle's arrival. As
the hours advanced, the lady became alarmed, and sent Charles with
a tumbler of rum and water into the kitchen, who, on his return,
announced that Martha had declined the kitchen chair in favour of
John's knee. "Never mind," cried the lady, made considerate by her
fears; "such things are thought nothing of in the country." Whereupon
she proceeded, with a strange concatenation of ideas, to state her
opinion of second marriages; lamented that widows' caps were so
difficult to get up; drank a little more rum and water; endeavoured to
divert her mind with the Newgate Calendar, but could not enjoy it for
thinking how cruel it was of Mr. Tweasle not to come home earlier,
and openly protested against sleeping alone in a strange house; then
took upon herself, in Mr. Tweasle's absence, to read prayers and lock
up for the night. The signal for retiring being given, each took a
candlestick; but, before they separated, the mistress entreated all of
them to be very watchful in their sleep for fear of robbers, as she was
certain Mr. Tweasle would not be home that night, and did not know what
his absence might bring about.
The subject being once started, every one tarried to relate some
tale of midnight assassination; and all of them selected a strange
uninhabited dwelling as the scene of their agitating incidents. The
straw and half-opened packages which strewed the apartment gave the
place where they were congregated a cheerless aspect; and they were
excited to a degree of listening silence, and staring inquisitively at
one another, while John recounted how a lady of high respectability
chanced to be sitting by herself in the kitchen of a dilapidated
mansion about two hours after midnight, and looking thoughtfully, not
knowing what ailed her, at a round hole where a knot in the wainscot
had been thrust out, when she saw the large dark sparkling eye of a
most ferocious assassin peeping at her through the opening.
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