The Bride Elect: or, The Doom of the Double Roses — page 148: what you’re looking at

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THE BRIDE ELECT 139 There were pallid faces of anxious import, and an awful hush through the house of sorrow, as the inanimate sufferer lay in that long, dread trance; and the slow, drooping hours seemed but to deepen the heavy shadows round the closed eyes; and the physician, with a serious face, took his diagnosis and left his prescription, and rode away with many a sigh. The captain, poor, oppressed soul, tortured with suspense, and scourged by remorse, wandered in and out, undoing Mrs. Ellathorne’s careful arrangements, glowing with his beaming blue eyes down at his fallen friend, grieving over his Florice’s fatigue, and perpetually proving unmanageable to the pale, depressed Jessie Buccleugh. , And meantime, what of the gay Lady Tresilyan? The captain scanned in vain every passenger list and on dits of high life in the fashionable gazettes and journals, but saw no announcement of Lord and Lady Tresilyan’s de- parture; and at last, on the third day, he girded up his re- luctant soul and made a descent on Holyrood, and inquired for Lord Tresilyan. 2. + Lord Tresilyan and his suite of attendants left the palace last evening, at precisely seven o’clock, to join the queen at Balmoral, as far as 1 understand,” was the answer of the servitor who answered his knock. ‘‘Only last evening?” exclaimed the captain, thunder- struck. ‘* Her ladyship was indisposed since Thursday evening, which delayed their starting then, and she only recovered sufficiently to be removed last evening.” *“ Can you tell me how long his lordship proposes remain- ing at Balmoral?” ‘‘T cannot, sir; there was some talk of their proceeding to the Highlands, but whether the arrangement will be car- ried out, | cannot say. [only gathered what knowledge I possess from his lordship’s valet.” The captain contrived to thank theeman for his civility, and turned away, utterly defeated. It was undeniable now—Glencora had undisguisedly thrown them off; she had scoffed at his earnest request for one inteiview to save her honor, and had washed her hands of them all, in cold blood, with no attempt at even a mes- sage to her outraged sister. She had climbed up to grandeur on the neck of little Gomichbooks,c¢o