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and throwing his arms along a table that stood near him , he leaned his aching head upon them , and in idea followed with a bleeding heart the progress and reception of his friend at the Castle . The racking misery which tortured the mind of Mr. Somerset was not borne with equal resignation . Conscious of his having inflicted fresh wounds on the breast of his truest friend , his spirits were so ill adapted to any conversation , that he was pleased rather than disappointed when he found the supper-room at the Castle quite vacant , and only one cover on the table awaiting his arrival . He asked a few questions of the servants , who informed him that it was past twelve o'clock , and that Sir Robert , who had become worse , had retired to bed early in the evening . `` And where are my aunt and cousin ? '' demanded Pembroke . One of the men replied that , in consequence of Miss Beaufort having been taken suddenly indisposed , both the ladies left the saloon before eleven .