The Mysteries of the Court of London Vol. 7 — page 51: what you’re looking at

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$8 Incora trembled, aad hew the colour went and game on her magnificent cowntenanes, as he pre- sented to her Clement ‘Rodoliffe’s letter. She re- tired to another apartment to peruse it; and the twine were left alone together. Then Christion informed hie sister of everything that hf@d taken place between himself and Mr. Redoliffo: on the preseding evening; and our amiable young hero- ine was infinitely rejoiced to hear that her beloved beother need no longer consider himself depen- dent on the presarious chances of employment foe the means of subsistence. By the time Christian's oxplanations wore finished, the Princess of Inderabad returned to the room where she had left them together; and her Highness at once intimated to Christina that it was with infinite pleasure she granted the re- quest conveyed in Mr. Redcliffo’s note. But if the twins had been more accustomed te penetrate into the human heart—if had more curiosity ia studying the looks of individuals — they might have s that there was in Mr. Red- Redcliffe’s billet than a mere request that Ohristina wight be spared for the day ; they would have fan- eied there was something which was.of peculiar interest and importance to the Indian lady likewise, While on their way in a hired vehicle from Bayewater to Mortimer Street, the twins had lexsure for additional explanations. Christian made his delighted sigter acquainted with the change that had taken place = &£ WR Paes @ wwe wet “ Christian,” replied the weeping, blushing gir), “T have striven—heaven.alone can tell how t have atziven—to banikh thet from my mind; and E eve not been able! T have prayed to God to . mecpour end uphold me in my tack: but my very prayers bave seemed to impress that image all the more foreibly on the memory of your unhappy sister, TI should deom myself very guilty, were it not that I know shat we poor weak mortals have 20 power over volition—~and all that wo can do is te prevent such circumstances as these from leading we into error.” . ©Wrror, my dourcet sister (” exclaimed Chrictian : “mention not thet word in connexion with © pressed her brother's hend'in Soken of gratitedey Se the confidence he thud reposed in her, andof which she knew herself to be so com- petely: ys ead then she said in a tremulous, Repating vows, “ Must I to Mr. Redoliffe make tieeeation did not immediately answer: he re- 7” a ¥ Eosporium ! right! That great coarse vulgar-looking wife: of THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. flected profoundly, Aé length he sald, “No, my sweet dieter—these ure matters tec sacred to be discussed save and except with a very near and dear relative. Mr. Redcliffe is my benefactor,— and nothing more. I love him—wg must both love him: and ifhe should demand your fullest confidence in all and every respect, even to your most secret hte — then must you speak frankly. But not of your own accord, dear Chris- tina, need you volunteer explanations: it would be with unnecessary spontaneousness: inflict pain upon yourself. Ah! I recollect, in reference to that outrage which made wy blood boil, dearest OhristinaE wrote to Mr, Redeliffe from Rame- gate, telling him what had happeacd, immediately after the receipt of your letter describing the cir- cumetances : for I have constantly been in the habit of thus communicating with him who bas now proved so generous a benefactor. asesured me lest night that he is nob ignorant who the vile horess of the outrage was, and that she will be punished for that and other offences which have come to his knowledge.” : at Mrs. Macaulay's ‘The ve now sto house; and that female herself eame forth to wel- eome Obristina, “Dear me, Miss Ashton!” exclaimed the gar- vulows landlady, “how wonderfully you have im- proged since last I saw you! I was telling your brother yesterday that he too had improved: bus veally in respect to yourself-—="" “My dear Mrs. Macaulay,” said Christina, smiling and blushing, “ you are pleased to compii- ment me: but I can assure you———” “Ob, no compliment at all!” interjected the garralous landlady: “you are the most beautiful creature that ever honoured the threshold of my house by crossing it. Ah! and there is that odious Mrs, Sifkin locking out of her parlour-window— and she will be ready to eat her own head off with epite at seeing such an elegant young gentleman and goo a charming young lady entering at my “Rather an impossible feat for Mre, Sifkin te perform—is it not, Mrs. Macaulay?” observed Christian, emiling naturediy; “and certainly oe transcending the importance of the oecs- e | “Ob, you know not the spite of that odious woman |” exclaimed Mrs. Macaulay. “Te waebut the other day she told Mrs. Buniley, which does my mangling ——~Ah |: I forgot,” ejaculated the worthy woman, suddenly interrupting hereelf, “TI have such news for you! Only loek here—in yesterday's paper, atnongst the list of Bankrupte Sam uel Emmanuel of the great Clothing Gone ali to smashes—and serve him his won't be bung with massive gold chains any more, like eo turkey with sausages at Christmas. Bat I seq that you ave in « burty; end Mr. Redcliffe is waiting enxi for you both.” Mis. Macaulay—-whe hitherto bdrred| the way in the passage, thet she might indulge in garrulous propensities and have this little chat with the twine-—now stepper aside; and they were ena- bled to pass her. They ascended to Mr. Rerdotiffe’s. oitting-epartaient, where Chrittioa experienced the kindest weleome from that gentlemen. After a little convereation Mr. Hedoliffe inquired whether é © EL RL NS SP SSeS gegen e ECOMRniclacae SS (CO)