The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 79: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTEHIES OF THE COURT. Hour after hour passed; and still was Miss Fare- field walking in the garden. Frank made not his appearance: the faint hope which had still lingered in her heart, waned away; and at length it died within her. It was now close upon five o'clock; and if he had stayed in Lincolnshire, he would have seen | her by this time. Her pride was hurt—her feelings — spoke-——“ you 0@ your were wounded in their utmost sensitivensss. Never- theless, she did not hate the youth: it was easier to ' think of hating him than to bring her mind to that , no harm is done. Bat it would be indiscreet for me to remain with him Therefore your marriage cannot take place Nor can ours: beenuse, as we must proceed some- if _ where to pass the honeymoon" end Sexon- dale could not help mailing bitterly as she thus side woald have to reraain here alone at the Castle. That also would be im- prudent, with a suitor visiting you. Therefore, all the two marriages had botter things point. The passion she had experienced for him : take pleve at the same time. One fortnight hence waa still too to permit ' absorbing—too engrossing, such a sudden change of sentiment. But what step . Staunton. do I purpose to bestow my hand om Lord Harold could she take to communicate with him? She | eee ejaculated Juliana. “The time knew not where he dwelt in London: she knew not . is brief, mother, who his recently discovered parents were. Besides, even if she were well acquainted on these heads, there was no time: for Mr. Hawkshaw was now pressing that the nuptial day should be named. Suddenly an idea struck Julians. She sigh naine the day to accompany Mr. Hawkshaw to the altar—she might postpone it for a month; and in the meantime she could adopt some course in order to communicate with Frank. She herself could not proceed to London on any pretence; because Lady Saxondale would not accompany her, and it would *“T do not choose to prolong it,” was Lady Gexca- dale’s answer. “Ah! I understand!” said the daughter ma- liskously : “you arein a hurry to obtain the name of a wife with the least possible delay, so that in case with rage, “Tuke care, Julians, that gow don’t leave her alone at the Castle with Lord Harold Stauoton. Therefore Juliana must make up her mind to remain likewise at the Oastle; and what- to discover his address? That was the question. Perhaps he would write? perhaps he had been re- called to London by a sudden communication from his father? perhaps he himself was at that very moment at the moment when Mr. Hawkshaw made his ap- pearanes in the con P were not his lips about to breathe the word which was to crown her triumph? Surely, then, he had not the power to uence of her spells within so brief an interval, and in so abrupt a manner? Juliana still loved hith—still longed for him—etill craved to have that beautiful youth entitely to herself; and “Tt is quite certain, Juliane, that your marriage with Mr. Hawkshaw cannot take place frst: be- | up cause it would be impossible for you to leave me sonst de any one to affirm that a lady with a grown-up daughter and a host of domestics at her residence, may not have a male guest staying with her—especially when he is about to become her busbend. Thus far therefore we may conclude that daughter: but now that ill-fecling was all revived again—and Lady Saxondale wept because her rage was 60 impotent. She leant forward; and resting her elbows upon a table, buried her face in her hands, actually groaning in spirit. Oh! if she could but fly to om een ane away from the theatre of her “What is it, I eay? what is the matter with you now &* he demanded. “A pretty prospect for our married life!” he added bitterly: and then Lady Saxondale looked round. (GO) iC C) DOO CS (COL