Alfred de Rosann — page 138: what you’re looking at

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S ALFRED DE ROSANN. (129 ness we have had it in our power to show him, a few dinners, &c., &c., are not a very considerable return for the service he rendered your husband, Mrs. Rob- » Son, in putting an end to that husband’s speculative views with regard to Lebrun or La Motte. There- - fore, in every point you are entirely refuted ; and allow me to request you not only to forget these silly notions of your’s, but also to pay my friend M. De Rosann the usual attention he has been accustomed to receive at my table.”’ These words were spoken with a firmness that ex- hibited a determination on Mr. Robson’s part to be obeyed ; and the discomfited lady returned to the drawing-room in anything rather than a good humour. The evening passed away gloomily and sadly. Selina spoke but litthe—the banker himself was out of spirits—and Alfred felt an oppression for which he could not account. Mary was sorry to lose “so handsome a chaperon”’ to their morning promenades, -as De Rosann—and her mother could not conceal her ill-temper at the disappointment she had experienced. At length the clock struck eleyen—and our hero rose to depart. He took his leave of the excellent Mr. Robson with unfeigned regret, he thanked him and ‘Mrs. Robson for all their kindness toward him, and promised to write as soon as he should have arrived at Paris. He then bade adieu to Mary more with politeness than regret—and turned to Selina. Her cheek was death-like pale, but no tears dimmed her eyes—her countenance wore rather the expression of despair than of melancholy. He took her trembling hand, and wished her all happiness—she endeavoured to replvy—her tongue clave to the roof of her mouth —and her emotions were visible to all present. That instant revealed her secret—the quick glance of her parents and sister detected her unrequited love, and marked her looks, in which was depicted an intensity of agony. ‘ Farewell!’? cried De Rosann once more; an almost inaudible “ Adieu !’’ was returned—he res Gomichboo cS (E@)