“ There! ” exclaimed Cashel, standing aside and pointing to him. “ It ’ s like pocketing a billiard-ball! ”
A chatter of surprise, amusement, and remonstrance spread through the rooms; and the company crowded towards the table. Lucian rose, white with rage, and for a moment entirely lost his self-control. Fortunately, the effect was to paralyze him; he neither moved nor spoke, and only betrayed his condition by his pallor and the hatred in his expression. Presently he felt a touch on his arm and heard his name pronounced by Lydia. Her voice calmed him. He tried to look at her, but his vision was disturbed; he saw double; the lights seemed to dunce before his eyes; and Lord Worthington ’ s voice, saying to Cashel, “ Rather too practical, old fellow, ” seemed to come from a remote corner of
