The Mysteries of the Court of London Vol. 7 — page 50: what you’re looking at

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_ You shall have wealth—and at least as an equal on aamenedhieneatheaa anemeneemennenememmeammtnnene att: “gach is the mutability of human affairs,” ob- | raven heir,—at the same time served Mr, Redcliffe solemnly. “ But proceed, my | dear Oy, there ia EE, plain eh GRR Ee gan dear Obriatian.” ' “It wae originally arra ” continaed our young here, “that I romain at Verner House until this morning; and “therefore, even if this morning’s post had not brought me your kind letter, I should have returned to the metropolis to- Gay. Rest assured, my dear cir, that I was most anxious to obey your summons with all possible despatch: but still I could not help halting for an hour by the way, to visit a& unfortunate creature a———@ victim of the Duke of Marchmont's!”” - “Ah!” ejaculated Redoliffe ;. “when will thie ; ° man’s crimes cease to display themeslves to me at} And again Mr. Redpliffe ; stort, ‘as every step? when will hie career of iniquity be | every instant he were direld that in the excite. ended ?” ment of his feelings he should be. helwayed into * Never, I fear,” responded Obristian, “ until his | the utterance of something than he = existence itself ceases.” ° chooee to reveal. Rut our young héro was himself Our hero thwn, at Mr, Redcliffe’s request, nar- | too full of varied emotions to perceive, m rated everything he had heard from the lips of tha, to suspect the precise nature of those. that were unfortunate young woman--not even omitt'ng the | agitating his benefactor ; and again was hig heart. painful episode in respect to ber sister Marion. | felt gratitude poured forth to Mr. Redcliffe, Mr. Redolffe listened with the deepest attention; | This gentleman now said to our hero, “ Tell ma, and when the youth’s nerrative was brought to a | Christian, gverything termination, Mr. Redeliffe addressed him in the : reveal to me following manner :— “ My dear Christjan, from ‘everything that you have told me, I deduce evidences of your right principles, the generosity of your disposition, and the intrinsic excellepce of your character. At the very first I. experienced such an interest in your behalf—indeed such an attechment towarde your- self and your sister, that I should have at once | tio proposed to place you in a condition of inde- pendence: but I felt how much better i¢ wae to leave you to eat the bread of industry for a time. I have kept my eye upon you; end I heve also been aware that your sister was most comfurtably | situated under the friendly care of the Princess of Inderabad. The period has now arrived when you must no longer be left to shift for yourself in the world. I am a lone man,* Obristian—this you already know-——you may think too that my habits are peculiar, my manners eccentric—and if | narrative: for, as I have said, everything that re- for a single moment you doubt whether you can | gerds you bas an interest in my eyes---——and— be happy beneath the same roof with myself, you | end I have a curiosity to seo those cherished ahali,be provided for elsewhere—until such time to your deceased mother, aad when——” Mr. Ashton placed in your Mr. Redcliffes hesitated for a few instants ; and the expression of some strong emotion passed over his countenance. He then added, “Until such time that your beautifal Isabelle’s period of mourning shall be ended and you may accompany her to the altar.” Agein Mr. Redcliffe paused: he rose from his Geat:- paced twice to and fro in the apertment— and returning to his chair, said, “Think not, my dear Christian, that when the day of your mar- viage arrives, you will lead Miss Vincent to the altar as a dependant on her own fortune, Nol— you shall have wealth, Ohristian—rest assured that shal you lead her to that altar. Perhaps per- hape——"” But Mr. Redsliffe stopped shorp; and our hero, throwing himself at the feet of his li Ot Betelifh, who wes pefoondly aftened, festings, with all his present pe. ° who was profoun ) own presen waoothed down the curlibg masses of Obristian’s COMIC OOO© SS (CO)