Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 204: what you’re looking at

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192 In Which Miss Lisie is Disposed Of “Now my opera cloak. Quick, Jane.” Jane flung it over her shoulders, and the hood over he: head. Miss Lisle drew on her gloves, gathered up her shim- mering silken train, and swept out of the house with that dancing light in her eyes, that provoking smile on her lips. She tripped down the front steps and along the lamplit street for a few yards. Then she rang the’ bell of a large house, and was admited by a footman. * “Is Mrs. Ateherly at home?” she asked. What! Paulina!’ exclaimed a lady, in the aet of cross- ing the hall, in full evening dress—“here! alone! and at tliis hour! I thought you were going to the concert ?’ “So I am, dear Mrs. Atcherly, if you will take me? [| would not miss it for a kingdom. You are all ready, I see - now fortunate I am net to be too late.” “But, my love—Mrs. Galbraith——” “Mrs. Galbraith has gone, and Maud and Lord Montalien. VI tell you. all about it as we go along. Please don’t let us be too late.” Mrs. Colonel Atcherly, a stately matron, ‘her daughter sid her husband, descended to the carriage. On the way Pau- lina whispered the story of her insubordination into the elder lady’s ear. “You know how I detest Lord Montalien, Mrs. Atcherly. T ecouldn’t go with him, and I should: die—yes, I should, if [ missed hearing the Signor [riellson. What will they say when they see me?” r | “That you are a hare-brained damsel. What a lecture Mrs, Galbraith will read you to-morrow!” They reached the pavilion. The curtain had fallen upon the first act as the Atcherly party swept along to their box. Sir Vane’s was nearly opposite, and the glasses of Lord Montalien and the -baronet’s sister fell together upon wicked Paulina. “Good Heavens!” Mrs. Galbraith gasped, “ean I believe my .eyes!” Lord Montalien burst out laughing. Though the joke told against him, yet Mrs. Galbraith’s face of horror was not to be resisted. “Tt is Paulina!” cried the lady. “Lord Montalien, is it possible you can laugh?” “I beg one thousand pardons,” the peer said, still laugh ing. “It is the best joke of the season! And, egad! she is more beautiful than ever I saw her!” “She has the grace at least not too look this way. How dare she do so outrageous a thing! I will never forgive her.’ _ All the lorgnettes in the house turned to the Atcherly boz and favi deal the lay that or s Mor Gor “in and waty Soli Now M indi, comicbooks.com ~