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205 int, Chawminy,” “T have no doubt your lordship enjoyed your ride amazinely,” obserted Jaliaua, glancing towards the spot where Hawkshaw stood. ‘I had my ewea:n-coloured horth—thuth a thplone did cweature—and he wath tho frithky, Mith Fare- fick. I thought he would wun over the common. people in the woadth and fleldth—bat he didn’t. Wathn't it conthiderate on hith part ? Ah! be’th, “thuth a thagathiouth animal. Do you wide, Mith® Farefield 7” - “Oh! yes —oceasionally,” was tho response. “Chawming! chawming | Tlball come and feth you thome mawningfif you are agwecable, to have a wun over the fieldth. I wodo thwough a flock of gecth yethterday—and thuth a hithing, Mith Fare- field, you never heard. I thought there wath a thouthand thnaketh in the gwartly TE wath voway delithiouth—voway amuthing.” ‘ ‘‘1¢ must have been,” said Juliana. In such edifying and delizhtful conversation as this did«the intervals in the quadrilte pass; and when it was over, Juliana, having promenaded two or threo times round the room ” with her partner, was cscorted by hin back to her seat. Ife then made his bow and rotired.in the umal manner ; and the next instant Mr. Tlawkshay was by her Ride. * Why, wher have you been?” she sqid, as if sho had not been watching his countenance almost the whole time that sho was mefnderieg with the grace of a Venus and the dignity of a Diane through the dance. * J really thught you had taken your de- perture, or that you were shill with the gentlemen in the dining-room.” These words came for g moment like & shock upon Mr. Hawkshaw; for they appeared to bespeak the most perfect indifference on tho part of Juliana —an indifference, however, which be hipagolf was so far from reciprocating! . Juhana saw the effect of her words; and as 1t was no part of her intention to throw cold water upon the flame she had already yxcited, but mercly to avoid Having the appearanve THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. ce gee pene eeen en ae ese ome ® g a htt he birdth tho mclodiouth—quite chawm- | polished affability, assured the applicant that she did | ' not mean to dance any more that ovening. He a0. cordingy bowed and retired. * Give me your arm,” she said to Mr. Hawkshaw, : ‘and Jet us lounge into the card-room and see what is going on there.” © edt: Hor companion wag delighted; and os her hand was gently leid upey hie acm. even that soft - feather-like touch appesyud i send an unknown thrill of pestacy througt his entire form. They pro- ceéded ty the card-roam ; and atter ‘oitering round the tables, Yetired to an inner apartment, where \@ovtfolios of prints lay open upon a table for the inspection of those who thought fit to toungo there. Julians seated hereelt’ near & console, upon which her arm rested; aud Hawkshaw romained standin-s by ber side. “Tt is quite delightful to get away from those heated soums,” ‘said Juliana. “The air in the bull- wpm was quite Qupressive,—vr rather the absence of iigwas intolerable. You, Mr. Hawkshaw, who are always accustumed, to the open gir, with plenty of menly exorcise,--I om almost astonished that you can entluze the stifling atmotphere of apartments crowded with guests ?” “ Ab all event®, on the present occasion,” he an- awerpd, i ina low and avmewhat hesitating voice, “ 1 ait overjoyed that ¥ came hither this evening.” “Tadepd!”” cgelaimed Juliana, affecting not io understand him. “ And what. particular inducement might you have had?” “ None tv bring me hither— but perhaps some to make ay manuin later than I should otherwis: have doue:"-—and he now ‘looked at hor with a rap- ture which te gould not conceal, and which she coul:t net have mistaken, even had she been ten thousant! times less experjenced than she was. “You arf speaking in enigmas,” she observed - but atghtly inelining dcr head, she appeared to be olayint with her fun. At this moment threo ‘or four ladies from the curd-room entered the apartment where the dialogue was taking place, und Where it was sv rapilly ap- proaching an iKterestiug eyisis; and Juliana in. of laying herself out to onsnaro him, she hastened | wardly wished all imaginable evils on the heads of to spenk ; in other terms, ‘thoso who had thus interrupted the téte-A-téte. At all events, Tam glad you have found me out | Outwardly, Lowever, she cid not display her vexa- aain,” she anid, in a sort of confidential manner: “for L have been terribly fatigued by the dull plati- | tudes of that silly yougg" man who did yo the | honour of dancing with me; end I quito nusseud the lively cliscourse you and J hed at tho dinner. | : curviage, Mr. Hawkshaw could not help pressing tnble.” | tion: the discourse became gencral with those whe had juct entered; end for tho rest of the evening there was no farthor opportunity for Miag Farefield to draw ber admirer vut. , On hasding her aud Lady Saxonddle to their “lam rejoiced that you should feel yourself abig | Yidiaca’s hand; and on returning to his own abude, to pay ino such a cowpliment, Miss Farefieid,” anid | it struc him to be so gloumy, lonely, and cheerless, Mr Iawkshaw, now full of raptare ‘again. hither comes a gentjoman who, I know, means to ask you to dance :”—agd he looked annoyed. ‘But | that he would havo felt quite in dosponcing spirits, hed not the image of the beautiful and prilliant Miss Farefield been present in his mind to cheor “ Do Jou not dance?’ inquired Juliana, already him. well aware thet be did not. ‘Tam sorry. #0. say,” was the Feaponse, ‘that I am: not sufficjently a lady’s man.” , “Well, afler all,” observed Juliana, “ it is very insipid: and to tell you the tenth { eare nothing | about it." = At this moment: the gentlemar. alluded to, ad. | vanced and solicited the honour c: her hand in the next quadrille for which she mi. ‘it huppen to be- | CHAPTER LXITL. &, HAEOLD STAUNTOS. | twotdays afterwards s travelling-carriage droyo. up to the gate of Saxondale Castle, at about six o'clock in the evening; and Lady Macdonald, accompanied - disengaged: but Miss Farotield, vith ‘the most | by Lord Marold Staunton and sady Farina, alighted COMIC OOO© SS (CO)