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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. ceremonial distance, with merely _-~ee Of well-bred courtesy over all—between the Duchess and Bertram Vivian. But of course no remark was verbally made; though covert and stealthy looks of surprise were exchanged. The natural impression was that Bertram—less gene- rous, less us than his elder brother— looked with ill-disguised discontent and annoyance en the marriage which his uncle bad contracted ; and that the Duchess, perceiving this conduct on his pert, resented it in a dignified and becoming manner. When the ledies had retired, the Duke not wishing to his nephew hastily, but at mame tine fasling it incumbent upon him to take some little notice, if only by barest allusion, of a tenour of conduct which every ane had perceived— motioned him to bring his glass and come and ait next to him. Bertram obeyed with an alacrity which, trifling though the incident were, displayed @ most willing obedience; and scarcely was he scated by the Duke's side, when be said in an earn- est manner, “Accept my sincerest thanks, dear uncle, for the handsome addition you have so con- tinuously made to my own restricted income. I have endeavoured to render myself worthy of your ity. And mow, scarcely am I beneath your roof, when you make me offers of which any young man coat to be yroad. I never will—I never orget your goodness! (God forbid that I ever ould dt —and it was with the sudden impulsive- ness of a naturally fervid nature, that Bertram took his uncle's bend and pressed it warmly in his "The Duke for an instant him in he detesta my marriage—that he is not altagether able to conoaal his sentiments from my wife—but that fearing he has gone too far, he now seeks to and eonciliate me P”’ Yet there was nothing im the young man’s countenance—nothing in the honest frankness with which his dark clear eyes encountered his uncle's leoks—to justify those suspicions. The Duke was bewildered; and Bertram went on “You aaked me,” he said, “if I would ‘like to enter Parliament ?—but I have no wigh to remain in England. English habits and tastes do not suit one who has been upwards of three years abroad. Besides,” edded Bertram quickly, “my eiews are entirely cast in the diplomatic sphere ; and therein, dear uncle, do I solicit your interest. Believe me, I am in haste to get abroad again—no matier to what part of the world! I deemed it my bounden duty to come to Oaklands to pay my re- spects to you—to asaure your Grace of my grati- tude—and to eongratulate you on the happiness which you evidently enjoy.” “Yes—I am happy with my amiable Duchess,” gesponded the Duke: and once more were his eyes Gxed earnestly and scrutinizingly upon Bertram Vivian. “Report had not failed to waft her manifold good qualities to my ears,” he observed, without the slightest change of countenance, “even before f£ had tho honour of meeting her Grace this day.” “And yct methinks, Bertram,” said the Duke, “ you hardly treated hee wit: the friendline-s of a. pelative.” The young man gave no immediate answer : he dropped his kerchief, and deliberately picked it up. This interval of a smgle moment was sufficient far him to recover complete self-possession. “ Rest assured, uncle,” responded Bertram, “ thas my conduct shall ever be marked with the pro- foundest respect towards the Duchess of March- mont-——-yes, ever !” The Duke bit his lip for a moment. He thought there was something cold and distant in the answer —eomething which justafied his suapicion that Ber- tram in his heart bated the match. But yet it was not a reply which would -bear any comment on his Grace’s part. It might even admit an in- terpretation which would throw out the delicacy of his nephew’s feelings in the most admirable light. What if he considered that respect was the only, or at least the most becoming demeanour whieh he ought to adopt towards a lady a year younger than himself, and who had merely become connected with him by marriage with a relative ?—what if he were to consider that anything eavouring of a more advanced cordiality might touch upon famili- arity, and that euch familiarity might be viewed suspiciously by the world ? And then too, Bertram had really ao little to gain if the Duke had re- mained unmarried and if he were to die childless. The elder brother Lord Clandon would become Duke of Marchmont—he would no doubt marry—he would probably have issue—and Bertram Vivien would gain the empty title of a lord by courtesy, without a Peer’s rank, and without a single addi- tional farthing to his income. All these thoughts swept through the mind of the Duke of Marchmont in the space of a fow moments; and when he again turned his eyes upon Bertram Vivian, there was 80 much open- hearted franknese, so much lofty intellectuality, so much true grandeur of the soul depicted upon his faultlessly beautiful countenance, that the Duke felt be must have wronged him with his unfavourable suspicions,—while on the other hand, his favourable conjectures to account for his nephew's conduct towards the Duchess, must after all be the right ones. The gentlemen re- joined the ladies in the drawing-room, where coffee was served round. Bertram leant against the mantel-piece, at a distance from all the rest,— at intervals silent and abstracted—at others falling with well-bred readiness and intellectual] ease into the conversation that was going on. He did not once approach the Duchees—he never addressed his observations to her: but then no one could consider this as extraordinary, inasmuch as his. remerks wero made generally, and not in reply to the previous observations of any particular in- dividual. Still there was a visible restraint on the part of both Bertram and the Duchess: for she never once even so much as turnec her eyes upon him; end she also bad her intervals of silence and abstraction, which never were perceived before. The guests separated to their respective chambers with the conviction that Bertram hated the marriage, and that the Duchess fathomed his feeling and properly resented it in the way that a well-bred lady could alone exhibit her offended and indignant pride. The Duke of Marchmont, too, agiin wavered in his opinion, and was again inchined to think that this was the true veadine of of ! the mystery. Bliss fc therefore said nuthing to (COLL (C DOO (GO)