Guy Earlscourt's Wife — page 209: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

you in ry low, ave not - a far- , I told ld assist the son I won- if you >» F ever wre hit- y say the ympathy et or de- e eve of chosen— ild really k to you d of that > had vis- as Alice fter your bust I re- of any are: the marriage. will. If » in some ent girl. in Lin- +”? all other men, the as Alice no man’s hood left, arriage— ‘‘A New Way to Pay Old Debts.” 197 make the hailifi’s daughter my Lady Montahen? Mev f ask when you had the pleasure of seeing the lady last, and Pf she commissioned you to come here and plead her case 2” “IT saw her two hours ago, and she commissioned me to do nothing of the sort. I was walking along the Strand with Gus Stedman, and we came face to face with poor Alice. I should not have known her—she has become such a wre.ched shadow of herself. If ever a heart was broken, T believe hers to be. By Heaven, Frank, it is a cruel shame—if you had murdered her in cold blood you could not be more guilty than you are!” The sneering smile never left the other’s face, though he was pallid with suppressed passion. He took up his ciga case and lt a Manilla, though his hands shook as he did it. “And she told you, no doubt, a piteous story of my _ be- trayal and my baseness—or is all this accusation but the figment of your own lively brain 2” “She told me nothing; she is true to vou, false as you have been to her. We scarcely exchanged words—she seeined to have something to say to Stedman, and [ walked off, and left them. It is of no use your wearing a mask with me. When Alice Warren came up to London last September, peor, cred- ulous child, it was to become your wife.” “You are right!” exclaimed Lord Montalien, suddenly; “and I will throw off the mask wtih you, my virtue-preaching younger brother! In that other land to which your—imis- fortunes are driving you, you might, with p.easure te your self and profit to your hearers, turn Methodist parson—-the role seems to suit you amazingly. I shall deal with Alice Warrer. exactly as I please, and for marriage, J shall marry Paulina Lisle!” “Poor Paulina,” Guy said, bitterly. “May Lfeaven keep her from such a fite!” te “Vou believe in Heaven? At least it has not dealt very kindly by you. I shall marry Paulina Lisle and her for- tune; and it will be the deligutful occupation of my iife to break that high spirit while vou are breaking scones on the roads out there in Australia. For Alice Warren, she will fare none the better for vour advocacy. Let us speck oat yourself—I really feel an interest in yeur fate, though vou may not believe it. You have sent in your papers to sell, IT suppose? You are not mad enough to try and remati im England 2” Guy bowed his head in assent, gud turned to go, “Pray, do not be in such haste—I have not lalf finished what I desire to say to you. Have you chosen as yet the place of your outlawry ?” ~ domicbooks.com NJ