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Mrs. Mallathorpe was alone when Pratt's card was taken to her. Harper and Nesta were playing billiards in a distant part of the big house. Dinner had been over for an hour; Mrs. Mallathorpe, who had known what hard work and plenty of it was, in her time, was trifling over the newspapers -- rest, comfort, and luxury were by no means boring to her. She looked at the card doubtfully -- Pratt had pencilled a word or two on it: "Private and important business. " Then she glanced at the butler -- an elderly man who had been with John Mallathorpe many years before the catastrophe occurred.
"Who is he, Dickenson? " she asked. "Do you know him?"