It may be the gathering gloom of evening, or it may be the darker gloom within herself, but a shade is on my Lady's face, as if she thought, "I would he were!"
"Mr. Tulkinghorn," says Sir Leicester, "is always welcome here and always discreet wheresoever he is. A very valuable person, and deservedly respected."
The debilitated cousin supposes he is "'normously rich fler."
"He has a stake in the country," says Sir Leicester, "I have no doubt. He is, of course, handsomely paid, and he associates almost on a footing of equality with the highest society."
Everybody starts. For a gun is fired close by.
"Good gracious, what's that?" cries Volumnia with her little withered scream.

It may be the gathering gloom of evening, but a shade is on my Lady's face, as if she thought, "I wish he were!"
"Mr. Tulkinghorn," says Sir Leicester, "is always welcome here and always discreet. A very valuable person."
The debilitated cousin supposes he is "'normously rich."
"He is, of course, handsomely paid," says Sir Leicester, "and he associates almost on a footing of equality with the highest society."
Everybody starts. For a gun is fired close by.
"Good gracious, what's that?" cries Volumnia with her little withered scream.
