The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 185: what you’re looking at

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OG ierepers « we, ee «6S 174 =e of the thought struck her that his Grace wide now; villain YIK MYATERIES OF THE COURT. r ” visiting her for a particular purpose, which she { Stunhope's chamber!” would have resented in no mensuretd terms: bat this idea was imtnediately dissiputed when a glance showed het how trouble) apyrared bis eobntennuee, Indeed, Mardlimont had stutinucly put of an oxcited atid agitated look ; while pavhape o certain sense of thé deep villatiy in white ho was engaged, rondéred Hits fentured palé, atid gave an att of reulity to the troublad Iguk which he thtis assuined. . ) ; Plicing his finger updti lls Np to enjoin silence, he beckotied the rhaid to follow him. This she uthesitatingly did + fdr sto axw—or at least fancied she edw—thtt there was anmothing wrodp, ahd she had no fear of ‘atiy improper treatinent on the “Duke's part,—tii thd first place, beeduse ho doomed _to meditate tothing of the sort; and in the sécond a ‘ place, because she hod the ftllest confidences itt her Ce ae own power to repulse uhd resent it, if lie did. He had come without 4 light: she was at firat about to follow with licr own: but He made a sign for hey to leave its and she adedinpanted him down the staircase. Therd wie a aitting-room 6H the same Aodr ab tho prikcipnl bed-charibers of ths estdblishment ; and intd this Marchméut led Amy. “Youlig woman,” he ssid, rendering jis voles hoarse and thick, and speaking tdo in a low tone, asif he were indeed profoundly agitated, 1 do not for 4 minute imagihe—-I caniot suppose, in- dded, that you sf£@ sin acd¢omplice——” “In what, my lord?” asked Amy, somewhat _indignantly, “Z am att accomplics in noting wrong.” “Be not offended!” was Marchiont’s hasty response. “You will make allowanges fur mo— you will pity me, when you learn the frightful truth |’ “What is it, my lor@ P” she demanded. “Your mistries, Amy,” rejoinod Marchmont, now forcing himdelf to spoak in actents of deep concentrated Bitterness,—“‘ your thistress is un- fuithfal to ine!” “No, wiy lokd,”” teplied Amy, firnily and in- dignantty. “Ah! Ido not blame you forthnus thinking so well of hor @Geacd. Good heayons! that such profiigacy should be edficedied by so aiuch ap- parent meokhews! Alad, it le too trac, Ainj—or cleo my eyes nats hive wtrdngely deceited we! But tell tie,—fod I noticed not such things gene- rally—what kind of & dress wab ib that yout mistress had on this oveniiig? Was it such-a- one ?’?—and tho Duke jtave dome explinations. Vos, toy Jord: that was certitinly the direay,”” responded Amy Sutton. “ Bat it id itspos- sible——” Naturally evld and unexcitable though Amy Sutton was, she could not help being startled by this intellizence; and when she gazed inte the Duke’s countetande ~— on which the starlight beamed through the window-~she thought she rend in his lodké, witith seamed wild and haggard, the fullest confiridation of the tale. Noverthelesa, ela maid after 4 fow rhinutes’ silende, “It muat be a mistake, my lord. Some othéey fémale——” “But the dress, Aniy P—how dould I possibly be intstaken? The light pouring in through the catottient at the énd of thd odrridor, showed me the dteds. It is triie that your inistrass seemed to have a veil upoti her head-——~Dded shy possess & black veil P* “Yes, my lord—soveral;” responded Amy. “Woll then, sho had @ veil apon her head,” continiied the Dake, still epeaking as if ho werd juimensely troubled. “ Alas, there canriot be a doubt of it! And now I fecullect a thousand littls things which have hithorto appeared trivial— & thouvand little citeutistatices Which only now assiiine an air df importance! Valnly liave I invited Stanhope to ride out with me—to go hunting or shooting. No !—he has always had his excudes—he preferred roniaining in the drawite.- réém-—-—-Oh, T shall go nad |” The Duke paced to add fro in the apartment, with ant apitation so wall feignéd, that Amy Sutton, shrewd though she wére, could riot fur afi instant supposes it to be a meré dotdastable hypocrisy. She however lost nohe of her habitual coolness; and stepping up to the Duke, who decordingly stopped short in his apparently agitated walk, sho said, “Nothing is more odsy, my lord, thar to clear up this matter at onde.” “Bo be sural” he sjaoulated, ag if éuddénly re- called to 4 sense of what he otirht to do; ‘and that was thy miotive in fetching you froin your room! Gv, Atay, to her Gract'’s aparfiient. If you should happen to find her there-----and God send that you may! ~ you can easily invent some excuse for the intrusion :”’—but Marchmont per- fectly well knew that Amy Sutton was not a per- adn to undertake any stich mission; or olse he wolild Hato been astteful to go upon some other tack. “No my ldrd,” she at orice said in a firm and peremptory manner, “1 will aot run the risk of being blayued for at impertinent intrusion. It is fur yout lordship td go to your wife’a apart- ment.” “No, no, Amy,” he said, with the air of ote who was distracted; “I am not sufficiently the master of my own actions! But we will watoh Yes! that will be the better plan. We will Gatch in “Tell you tt is but tdo trite!” ajdoulted the | the passage—we will see who it is that iesues forth Duke, iti & téfia of passionate veheniétics. “I waa! from Stanhope’s chamber! 1 may hive wrongly proceading to she etitered, I tell you, the misateant - ~—s e s w OD es ee ee we ow ome @ rs] { { \ " e | i thy own chamber—the taper Adci- described the dregs: but you will be enabled to tell. dently Wont ot—at that moment I Hédrd fight | me. Besides, ag I have made you my tonfidante foutstepm proceeding with unmistakable atealthi- | in this most deplorable as well as tnost delicate ° ness along the passage. <A suspicion thab there | business, you mut remdin with me to keep such | was something wrong fhduced mo to hid’ ih 4 deorway and watch——” *“ Abd then, niy lord P” said Amy Sutton. “And then FE behiéld yoar thistrova “proceed along that cdrridor; ahd she entered wood heatens! that I should have haxboured such a watch.’ “] will, my lord,” answeted the youtiy woman ¢ | “for | cannot help thinking there must be soe But supposing {t should be as your Grace fears, —you will pardon me for advising terrible roistake. that you take no precipitate ster.“ Ne ies 6 ‘aR nens den 0 MAREE ED <5 Tat yin nese den Ebene? EBS she aii SE Sone oS nee ——_————————_ ee CO SS