The Mysteries of the Court of London, Vol. 7 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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On the landing without, they encoun- tered one of the footmen; and the Duke bade him express his displeasure to the steward for not having taken measures to rid tho gallery of the disagreeable odour which filled it. He morcover ‘orderegl fires to be lighted there—declaring that it was damp, and that what with the exhalation of the paint and the moist chill, her Grace had been rendered quite unwell. Kliza pleaded head&che, and withdrew to her own bhoudoir—where she shut herself up to deliberate on all that had just pessed. A veil had fallen from her cyes. She now understood full well—too well—the meaning of those words of caution which her father had uttered in the last moments preceding their sepa- ration. She had married into the very family to which Bertram belonged: her husband was nono other than the uncle of her lost loved ono! That her father all along knew such to be the case, sho could not possibly conceal from herself: but that the fact had been religiously concealed from her, both by her parent and Mrs. Bailey, was equally certain. That the Duke himeelf should never have spoken in a manner to make her aware of the circumstance, was not to be wondered at: for he had never talked to her about any of his relatives at all;—and this mlence on his part she could now likewise understand. For a man of his years to take unto himself a young wile, was of course galling to that expectant kindred which had so much to gain by his dying childless. It would therefore have been a delicate topic for him to touch upon; and without any other motive hall he avoided it: for ho himself was utterly ignorant of bygone circumstances in respect to Fii8a and Bertram—ignorant even that they had ever been acquainted. It was still farther apparent that in respect to the Vivian family, certain promotions in the arfftocratic hierarchy bad given loftier titles, accorfpanied by changes in their distinctive names; so that not for an instant could she have possibly suspected that the Marquis of Viviandale had been elevated into the ducal grandeur of Marchmont; find if by chance the name of Lord Clandon had ever fallen upon her ear, she would have had no possible clue to associate it with the family to which ¢he lost Bertram had belonged. But now she comprehended it all; and agam and again recurfed the astounding thought that by a wondrous combination of circumstances she had entered the familf which it was at one time the Seles _evueignee: chen pee eweee ieee Gee, eas 6 5 Greene sie we nee = eg A PARAS EGO NI St I CT SSA SET EY OTD 2 THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. EE BT Se ee ee Sia hope of her heart to enter—but that this entrance was effected, not as at that time she had eo fondly anticipated—it was by her becoming the bride of the uncle, and not of the dearly chorishad nephew, that the consummation was brought about! Oh, b&w she had been sacrificed! But so strong was the filial feeling in tho bosom of this excellent young lady—so completely waa it interwoven in her very naturc—that even in the depth of her own anguished fvelings she sought excuses for ber father. He had Jonged to behold her settled in life: it was, after all, natural that his ambition should covet this haughty alliance for his daughter : he had acted only with the conscientiousness of & parent; and if in eo doing he had driven deeper down into her heart the dagger that was already planted there, it was with no studied intent to in- flict additional pain. No rancour therefore might her gentle bosom harbour against him ;—and to strengthen herself in the continuance of her filial love—to fortify also the extenuation which she conjured up for whatecever duplicity or conceal- ment there might have been in his recent conduct, she bethought herself of all the manifold sacrifices he had made for her in hor girlhood. ‘Yot amidst all these reflections, would come the ackening, blighting, blasting one that she had been rendered by circumstances doubly perfidious, as it were, to the memory of the lost but ever loved—that she had not merely become the wife of another, but that other o near relative of the cherished and deplored one. A. vague sense of having committed even a crimco—a dim undetined idea of having been thrown into a position which by its associations and connexions revolted against the natural purity of her thoughts—filled her soul with consternation and dismay. But it was done—her destiny was fixed—and she must bear her burden and resign hersclf to the lot in the best manner that she could. Above all, sho must scrupulously éontinue to reil from her husband’ tho sorrow which rested in the depths of ner sotu—tha. hidden sorrow which she would carry with her to the grave! About six weeks passed away; and tho portrait- paller was not revisited. If ever the Duke starte., a proposition of the kind, Eliza was ready with a suggestion for some other recreative pursuit. Thero was thia part of tho estate still to visit, or there waa that part which sho should like to seo again. In the same way tvo, when occasionally her husband scemed to be approaching the tapic of his younger brother’s death and the causes which led to it,—Eliza was equally ready with some ob- servation to turn the discourse into quite another channel; and in order to do this effectually, she would assume a sudden liveliness, perfectly genuine in the estimation of the enraptured and uxorious Duke, but in reality fraught with the nervousness. of a feverish excitement often bordering on the hysterical. Thus the period of the honeymoon passed away, and one morning, at breakfast-time, the Duke of Marchmont said, “My dearest Eliza, we may now think of doviating somewhat from the routine which perhaps is becoming monotonous to yon. We must have a little gaiety at Oaklands; and to tell you the truth, I bad arranged what ought te have been a surprise for you—but I cannot keep the secret any longer. Your father and Mra, Bailey will be hero in the afternoon. 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