Brayder hummed an air, and broke it to say, "He's in for Don Juan at a gallop, that's all." "The deuce! Has Bella got him?" Mountfalcon asked with eagerness. Brayder handed my lord a letter. It was dated from the Sussex coast, signed "Richard," and was worded thus: "My beautiful Devil!-- "Since we're both devils together, and have found each other out, come to me at once, or I shall be going somewhere in a hurry. Come, my bright hell-star! I ran away from you, and now I ask you to come to me! You have taught me how devils love, and I can't do without you. Come an hour after you receive this." Mountfalcon turned over the letter to see if there was any more. "Complimentary love-epistle!" he remarked, and rising from his chair and striding about, muttered, "The dog! how infamously he treats his wife!" "Very bad," said Brayder. "How did you get hold of this?" "Strolled into Belle's dressing-room, waiting for her turned over her pincushion hap-hazard. You know her trick." "By Jove! I think that girl does it on purpose. Thank heaven, I haven't written her any letters for an age. Is she going to him?" "Not she! But it's odd, Mount!--did you ever know her refuse money before? She tore up the cheque in style, and presented me the fragments with two or three of the delicacies of language she learnt at your Academy. I rather like to hear a woman swear. It embellishes her!" Mountfalcon took counsel of his parasite as to the end the letter could be made to serve. Both conscientiously agreed that Richard's behaviour to his wife was infamous, and that he at least deserved no mercy. "But," said his lordship, "it won't do to show the letter. At first she'll be swearing it's false, and then she'll stick to him closer. I know the sluts." "The rule of contrary," said Brayder, carelessly. "She must see the trahison with her eyes. "They believe their eyes. There's your chance, Mount. You step in: you give her revenge and consolation--two birds at one shot. That's what they like." "You're an ass, Brayder," the nobleman exclaimed. "You're an infernal blackguard. You talk of this little woman as if she and other women were all of a piece. I don't see anything I gain by this confounded letter. Her husband's a brute--that's clear." "Will you leave it to me, Mount?" "Be damned before I do!" muttered my lord. "Thank you. Now see how this will end: You're too soft, Mount. You'll be made a fool of." "I tell you, Brayder, there's nothing to be done. If I carry her off-- I've been on the point of doing it every day--what'll come of that? She'll look--I can't stand her eyes--I shall be a fool--worse off with her than I am now." Mountfalcon yawned despondently. "And what do you think?" he pursued. "Isn't it enough to make a fellow gnash his teeth? She's"...he mentioned something in an underbreath, and turned red as he said it.