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Hamilton Fairfax came into the drawing-room of their newly bought house in Kent and kissed his wife, and sat down in a deep armchair. She perched herself upon the arm and leaned her shoulder against his. He was looking gloomy, and she commented on it.
"I don't feel cheerful, my dear, and that's a fact," he said. "I've had to run down to Portland to see that pernicious old guardian of yours, and the sight of fallen splendor is never very exhilarating."