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148 yoness de Charlemont. Meanwhile Lord Petersfield had aseended to the chamber where his wife was already wrapped in the arms of slumber; and a very awful aspect had the ancient di pretty well accus- tomed to his ward’s freaks and humours, yet he felt that he never could forgive his baving called him—yes, him, her Majesty's Ambassador Extra- ordinary—aen owl! The reader has of course un- | 1 derstood that Lord Petersfield had intended to take Saxondale to task for his conduct in respect to the Baroness de Charlemont: but the castigation, as have secom- tapped gently at the door of his young master’s chamber: but Edmund was already up and nearly dressed. The hotel-porter was in readiness to eon- evening in respect to Saxondale: but even if such were the case, all the ardour of his pas- Baroness es she appeared. Hoe thought, as! as he culled kies after kies from her moist red lips and bebeld pleasure dancing softly and sensuously in the blue depths of her large swimming eyes,— that he was mdeed fortunate in possessing the love of such a woman, and of having the prospect in a shovt time to present her to the world as his wife. The repast was soon finished: for he was in a hurry to commence the journcy terior, the maid with them—his valet occupied the bux —the postilions cracked their whipe—and the into a sound aleep, to dream of the splendid Ba- | equipage rolled out of the court-yard of the man- sion in the Rue de Tournon. CHAPTER CXVIIL THE INN AT BEAUVAIS. ing Lord Harold Staunton issue from a doorway in for desiring to converse with Staunton. He had learnt, when at Vienna, a fow meagre details of the Castle im Lincolnshire; and he was naturally crows fo Know mare. Accordingly, in response to claimed, as ho extonded his hand, “I suppose there is no farther ill-will between us ?” “Not a bit!” answered Edmund: and they shook hands accordingly. has brought you hither ?”’ Rather,” rejoined Staunton, “let me ask whed you are doing here? I thought you were with Lord Peterstield in Vienna.” “Bat what the deuce COMMUC DOO CS (COL