The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 241: what you’re looking at

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Fe ro ere ee a SS SIE: aT Sa ia a a ern ee nl On eel Deeper grew - the Marquis. We say protent, because it was 10 ; cheeks—eo deep that $34 THE MYSTERIES OF TITER COURT. beseech you. I am going on a little visit to the | his appearance. The youth, as the reader ws Marquis of Eagledean for a couple of days———| aware, was of the same age as Angela : and we | only two days, I can assure you; and then you | need not say that he was a perfoct model of will see me here again. Meanwhile everything | masculine beauty at that time. Indeed it would be will continue to be done for your comfort; and on | difficult to find a more interesting pair than this my return I hope to find you considerably im-} which that room now contained. The colour proved. Farewell, then, for the present. Re-| heightened somewhat upon Angela’s countenance member, only two days—and I shall be there | as he made his appearance ;—while on Ais cheeks 192 it went and came in rapid transitions; and his It was thus that Angela spoke to the invalid | heart fluttered like that of the most timid damsel. woman, whose countenance at first expressed blank | The reason that Miss Deveril experienced Icss eonstcrnation at the intelligence,—as if she ht | emotion than he, was because she was totally un- that those to whom her secret was to be suspicious of what was about to take place: were to be separated from her altogether. But as | whereas Frank had come with the settled purpuse the young damsel went on speaking, Madge’s face of avowing his love——if he had the courage. clearod up: for she doubtless felt that it would be |] He advanced timidly—and for a few moments the height of ingratitude and selfiahness to exhibit | was unable to give utterance to a word. At signs of displeasure at the brief interval of recrea- | length he said murmuringly, “ Miss Deveril, you tion which Angela proposed to take. return to London to-morrow. Some weeks may The preparations were speedily made—the fullest elapse ere we see each other w instructions were given to the domestics in respect | into months—and months constitute an age.” to the care to be taken of Madge—the note was| “I do not think, Mr. Paton,” answered Angcla, despatched to Florina—and William Deveril, with | whose voice was likewise tremulous—and she his sister, accompanied the Marquis of Eagledean | bent down her eyes as she spoke,—“ that months to Edenbridge Park. There the brother and sister | will elapse before I may have the pleasure of were most cordially welcomed by all the inmates. | visiting your family again: because his lordship Mr. Hawkshaw had taken his departure: but Mrs. has my brother's promise that the moment the Leyden and Henrietta were now staying at the | poor woman is enabled to leave our house, we are mansion—aend thus-there was a complete to pass some weeks with - It was on the second day after the arrival of “Oh, you have promised that f’ exclaimed William and Angela at Edenbridge, that the scene | Francis, enthusiastic pleasure lighting up his we are about to describe took place. Let the immedi- reader picture to himself a sumptuously-furnished room, with the casement open, and the sun shining brightly in: for although the autumn was touch- | were to revisit us in a week, it would be an aye ing upon its close, and winter was nigh at band, | all the same till you did return.” the weather was unusually saperb. The grape-| Angela knew not what to say: she felt that she vine which climbed up the front of that wing | was blushing—her eyes were again bent down— where this apartment was situated, was not as yet | and for a few moments there was a pause, which denuded of all its leaves—nor had all its clustering | if not painfully —_, at least full of a fruit been plucked: and although the foliage which | delicious confasion for did remain, bore the sere autumnal tints, it never-| “ Mins Deveril,” vaddenly spoke Francis, * theless proved agreeable to the eye of any ome vill not be angry with me for what I am sbout to seated m that room And whom shall we findjesy? It is with the eomsent of my parents that there? The beauteous Angela—and all alone, too: | I thus address you. Miss Deveril——Angela for Lady Eagledean, with whom she had been con- —v—J, love you-——Tell mp, may I hope ”’ was summoned forth on some pretext by the blush upon the maiden’s it could not become ; inasmuch as his lordship had @ zeason for desiring | and her heart beas ly. She could not give that Miss Devaril should thus be left alone for a | utterance to a word: but she extended her hand few minutes, until a certaim person might receive to Frank, who seising it: with rapture, pressed it a hint that she was there by herself and that he | to bis lips. Then, si upon his knees at her might seek her if he chose. feet, he exclagned, “O | you have made Always beautiful—always ravishing, Angela was | me 00 happy, I know not how to give expression on this occasion more exquisitely beautiful, if pos- | to my feelings. Dust I love you——Oh! I more sible, and more irresistibly ravishing than when | than love you—I wogship, I adore you: and my life we last decribed her. This time it was a white | shall be devoted te the strength of my affec- dress that she wore, but fastened up to the throat ; tion. I will not om #1 am. indifferent to you: for in her raiment she observed a strict were I so, thie hand whiah I hobt would not have propriety. Her hair was in ringlets; and its | been proffered me.” darkness contrasted with the anowy drapery cover-| “No, Frank,” answered the damsel, in alow but ing the shoulders and the neck on which those | serene voice; “you are not indifferent to me. I[ glossy ringlets showered down. The white ap- | feel honoured and flattered———But those are cold parc] seemed to set off her exquisite shape to the | terms; and I will say that I also am happy.” fullest adventage,—making her eeem even taller} Again did Francis Paton press to his lips the than sho was, and enhancing the sylphid grace of | fair hand which he held in his own; then he rose her figure. from his kneee—the lovers approached the case- She was expecting the return of the Marchioness | ment—and there for nearly an hour did they stand | Of EKagledean to the room, when the door opened | in sweet discourse, the pauses of which were filled | —and instead of her ladyship, Francis Paton made | up with the eloquence of their looks. They heard Eee ES a EES ES EE OS Ne OE OG) Get ee oe | _ Ss ® Glee, ee CO IMULUG CY OOO|KKS (COL