"How do I know it? Why, ain't
London the natural place for him to be in? Ain't London the place where
every one that has done a successful trick goes to enjoy it, and every
one that has missed his tip goes to hide himself? I'll take my davy,
though it's a thing I don't like doing in general, that Carrington's
back in town, living with his mother, as right as a trivet."
So Lady Eversleigh and Jane Payland travelled up to town again, and
took up their old quarters. And Mr. Larkspur returned, and resumed his
room and his accustomed habits. But before he had been many hours in
London, he had ascertained, by the evidence of his own eyes, that
Victor Carrington was, as he had predicted, in town, living with his
mother, and "as right as a trivet."
CHAPTER XXV.
A DANGEROUS ALLIANCE.
In the afternoon of the day following that on which Sir Reginald paid a
visit to Victor Carrington, the latter gentleman presented himself at
the door of Hilton House. The frost had again set in, and this time
with more than usual severity. There had been a heavy fall of snow, and
the park-like grounds surrounding Madame Durski's abode had an almost
fairy-like appearance, the tracery of the leafless trees defined by the
snow that had lodged on every branch, the undulating lawn one bed of
pure white.
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