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176 spot where he had seen his murdered uncle's on that memorable morning when the foul deed was first discovered by Purvis and Leachley. Yes unmistakably that form was there !—beyond all possibility of doubt it stood upon that spot, mo- tionless as if it were a statue! The Duke of Marchmont stopped short, we say—and then stag- gered back a pace or two. <A faintness came over him—he passed his hand over his eyes—he looked egain—the form was no longer there: but he fancied that he caught a last glimpse of it as it moved farther round the pond, where it either melted into thin air, or was else lost in the deep. black shade of the hedge and of the huge trunks of the trees. +1¢ was nothing mere imagination!” said Marchmont to himself, now with an almost euper- human effort recovering his self-possesmon : but he nevertheless hurried along, throwing quick furtive looks over his shoulder: and he felt not so strong in the conviction that i¢ wae really nothing as he endeavoured to persuade himself that it was. Indeed, for a few minutes he was almoot sts n in his gui ign with to his wife. But when oe he entered pen the grounds of Oak- lands, he felé more courageous—more strong in his purposes of evil. The influence of the occur- rence at the pond had worn off: for his mind was naturally of an iron hardihood; and even if a veritable shape from the dead bad confronted him face to face, and l\aid its cold hand upon him, he was not the man to be deterred from any object which he had taken so much trouble to accomplish. And he endeavoured to confirm himself in his treacherous intents by reflecting that if a divorce were procured in respect to Lavinia, he might in due time conduct another bride to the altar— issne might spring from such new alliance—and the proud title which he bore, would not either perish with him, or descend upon some claimant who might rise up from a lower grade of society. And then, too, he hated his wife:. her modest virtues and unassuming excellences wore in reality gall and wormwood to his evil-disposed heart. In short, he had many motives for ridding himself of her. “ Yes—it was all imagination,” he said to him- self; “and I was a fool for hesitating in my pur- even for a single moment !”—with which re- flection he re-entered the mansion. Lettice ect off from the farm-house at about eleven o’clock ; and though the night was so dark and tempestuous, she i no circumstance to renew the alarm which she had felt on the previous occasion. She reached the private door of the mansion at half-past eleven, and was admitted by the Duke in the same way as before. A glass of cham was at hand to cheer and warm her: the cloak and the bonnet were put off—the veil was adjusted over her head—and she was conducted by Marchmont to Mr. Stanhope’s chamber. A few minutes afterwards the Duko tapped at the door of Amy Sutton’s room; and the lady’s- maid—who had been prepared for such a summons, if circumstances should arise to render it expedient came forth at once, she not having begun to dis- apparel herself. Silently did she follow his Grace down the stairs; and he led her to the close vici- nity of Mr. Stanhope’s chamber. Concealing them- selves in a place which appeared tho most con- =~ ‘aia O at ~eeen oe ae - 2 om eee ry ‘tan - =~ THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. venient for the purpose of watching, they re- mained motionless and silent for some while. As length the door of that chamber opened; and Lettice Rodney stole forth,—purposely lingering, and appearing to be listening attentively, just within the sphere of light which glimmered forth from the interior of the room. For inasmuch as no stars nor moon were shining on this particular night, it would have been impossible for Amy Sutton to distinguish the drees worn by Lettice, if this plan had not been adopted. Thas the door was left open; and for a few moments did Lettice linger near it, in pursuance of instructions pre- viously given to her by the Duke. She passed on —BStanhope closed the door of his chamber—and at the expiration of a minute, the Duke said to Amy in a low deep whisper, “What think you now P”” “It is impossible, my lord, to disbelieve one’s own eyes,” answered tho lady’s-maid. “Impossible indeed!” rejoined Marchmont. “ Hasten you up to your own chamber—keep si- lence as heretofore—and here is a farther proof of my liberality.” Amy accepted the gold which was thrust into her hand; and she retraced her way to her room, while Marchmont, at the expiration of a brief interval, descended to rejoin Lettice, who shortly afterwards issued forth from the private door of the mansion. The darkness had deepened with the presemce of midnight; and the wind had grown more tem- pestuous. lLettico Rodney drew her mantle as closely around her as she could; and pressing on through the grounds, she entered upon the road. The moaning of the wind carried super- etitous feelings into her soul. She fel¢ that she assisting at a very criminal proceeding: for she comprehended fall well that the ruin of an innocent lady was in contemplation. The effects of the champagne cheered her no longer: she was affrighted at the black turpitude wherein she was mixed up,—a turpitude as black as the darkness which surrounded her. It was the first time in her life she had ever experienced feelings so com- pletely remorseful. She struggled against them— she endeavoured to cheer herself with the thoughé of the reward she had already received and of the farther proofs of Marchmont’s liberality which sho was yet to have: but these reflections failed now as a talisman to expel unpleasant ‘<boughts from imagination. Sho wished thas she had not entered into this conspiracy. She was not 0 de- her praved that if it had been propounded to her all in @ moment, she would have plunged headlong into it: but she had been gradually drawn in and enmeshed as if were in its trammels, till ahe had gone too far to retreat. Tho pitchy darkness of the night and tho :nournful moaning of the wind, filled her soul with images of terror. How she wished that she had not to pass the pond! or that it was already passed! How giad she should be, she eaid to herself, when once more safe in her chamber at the farm-house!} Maroh- mont had told her that she would not again have. to visit Oaklands at night; and this was at least But, Oh! how she wished that some consolation. the remainder of the route was accomplished !. & Re It was so dark that she could scarcely seo her way; and thus her progress was slow—while ever (COL (C DOO Gtrand. In Wee CS (COL