The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 187: what you’re looking at

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Seid are ip Cpe ee eee net etnene ee Sa eineee e a nr tp i nf SD SAE IC SAT 5 176 spot where he had seen his murdered uncle’s on that memorable morning when'the foul deed was first discovered by Purvis and Leaqhley. Yes unmistakably that form was there ne ron all possibility of doubt it stood upon spot, mo- tionless ae if it were a statue] The Duke of Marchmont stopped short, we say—and then stag- gered back a pace or two. A. faintness came over him—he passed his hand ‘over his eyes—he looked again—the form was mo longer there: but he fancied that he cought Jast glimpses ef it as it moved farther ‘the. pond, where it sither melted into thin air, or was olse lost in the deep black shade of the hedge and of the huge trunks of the trees, . “Tt was nothing !—mere imagination!” said Marchmont to himself, now with an almost super- | human effort recovering his self-possession : but he nevertheless hurried along, throwing quick furtive looks over his shoulder: and he felt not so strong in the conviction that tf was really nothing as ho endesvoured to peretado himself that it was. Indeed, for a few minutes he was aluicat staggered in his guilty design with regard to‘his wife. Bui when once he entered upon the: grounds of Oak-| 3 | | lands, he felt more courageous——more strong in | his purposes of evil. Tho influence of the occur- | rence at the pond had worn off: for hits mind was naturally of sn iron hardihood ; and even if a | veritable shape from the dead bad confronted him | fave to face, and laid its cold hand upon him, he | was not the man to be deterred from any object | which he had taken so much trouble to accomplish. | And he endeavoured to confirm himeelf in his treacherous intents BY reflecting that if a divoree were procured in respect to Lavinia, he might in due time conduct another bride to the altar— issue might spring from such new alliance~and the proud title which he bore, would not either perish with him, or descend upon some claimant who might rise up fromm a lower grade of acciety. And then, too, he hated his wife: her modest virtues and ‘wpassumitig excellences were in reality gall and wormwood to hie evil-disposed heart. Inehort, be hed many motives for ridding himself of her. : 7 “ Yea—jf yas all imagination,” he seid to hite- self; “and I was a fool for @esitating in my pur. pose even for a mingle moment !”—with which re- ficction he re-entered the mansion. ° Lettice eet off from the farm-house at about eleven o'clock; and thongh the night was so dark and tempestuous, she experienced no circumstance to renew the alarm which she had felt on the previous occasion, She reached the private door of the mansion at half-past eleven, and was admitted by the Duke in the same way as before. A glass of champagne was at hand to cheer and warm her: the cloak and the bonnet were put off—the veil was adjusted over hor head—and she was conducted by Marchmont to Mr. Stanhope’s chagwer. A few minutes afterwards the Duke tapped at the door of Amy Sutton’s room; and the lady’s- maid—who had been prepared for snoh a summons, if circumstances should arise to render it expedient ~came forth at once, she not having to dis- apparel herself. Gilently did she follow his Grace down the stairs; and he led her to the close vici- nity of Mr. Stanhope'’s chamber. Concealing them- eelves in @ place which appeared the most con- ™ 19yeteriratens. ore we Pla wie eee ee 4, te eee THE MYSTSEINS OF THE COURT. venient for the purpose of watching, they re- mained motionless and silent for some wbhjle. At length the door of that chamber opened; and Lettice Rodney stole forth,—purposely lingering, and appearing to be listening attentively, just within the sphere of light which glimmered forth from the interior of the room. For inasmuch as no stats nor moon were shining on thia particular night, it would have been impossible for Amy Sutton to disti the dress worn by Lettice, if this plan had not been adopted. Thus the door was left open; and fara fow moments did Lettice linger near it, in pursuance of instructions pre- viously given % her by the Duke. She passed on Stanhope aloged the door of his chamber—and at the dxpization of @ minute, the Duke said to Amy jin a low deep whisper, “What think you Ow “Tt is umpossible, my lord, to disbelieve one’s own eyes,” answered the lady’s-maid. “Impossible indeed!” rejoined Marehmont. “Hasten you up to your own chamber—keep si- lence as heretofore—and here is a farther proof of my liberality.” Amy accepted the gold which was thrust into her hand ; and she retraced her way to her room, -—while Marchmont, at the expiration of a bricf interval, descended to rejoin Lettice, who shortly afterwards issued forth from the private duor of the mansion. | The darkness had deepened with the presance of midnight; and the wind had grown more tem- pestuous. lLettice Rodney drew her capacicus mantle as closely around her as she could; and pressing on through the grounds, she entered upon the road, The moaning of the wind carried super- stitious feelings into her soul. She felt that she had been assisting at a very criminal proceeding : for she comprehended full well that the ruin of an innocent lady wasin contemplation. The effecta of the ¢ cheered her no longer: she was affrighted at the black turpitude wherein she was mixed up,—s turpitude as black as the darkness whith aurrounded her. It was the first time in her life she had ever‘ experienced feelings so com- plétely remorseful.’ She struggled against them— she endeavoured to cheer herself with the thought of the roward she had already received and of the farther proofs of Marehmont’s liberality which she was yet to have: but these reflections failed now as & talisrnan to expel unpleasant thoughts from her imagination. She wished that she had not #ntered into this conspiracy. She was not so de- praved that if it had been propounded to her all ina moment, she would have plunged headlong into it: but she had been gradually drawn in an enmeshed as it were in its trammels, till she had gone too far to retreat. The pitchy darkness of the night and the mournful moaning of the wind, filled her soul with images of terror. How she wished that she had not to pass the pond! or that i¢ was already passed! How glad she should be, she enid to herself, when once more - safe in her chamber at the farm-house! March- mount had told her that she would not again have to visit Oaklands at night; and this‘was at least some consolation. But, @h! how she wished that the remainder of the route was accomplished ! It waseo dark that she could scarcely see her way; and thus her progress was slow—while ever (C CO CO