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THE MYSTERIZS OF THE OOURT. apprebensions that some dark plot was in contem- | plation against that defenceless being’s peace of mind. But how could he assigt her P—and this was the question which he kept asking himself during the remainder of bis walk back into Rams- gate. CHAPTER 4,X7IL THE FINALE OF THR FYCAMORM EPISODE. Iw the meantime what had been passing af the Royal Hote} in that townP At gbout a querter past six o'clock two young gentlemen were intro- duced by the waiter to My. Sycamore’s aifting- room; and that individua} received them with every appearance of the warmest friendship, One was barely twenty-two--the other @ few months younger still: both on coming of age had inherited fortunes—both were inexperienced, giddy, gay, and extravagant—anxzious to be considered very fine dashing fellows, and nevey pausing to reflect at what high price they were purchasing this re- putation. There was no kinship between them : but they had been to college together, and their intimacy was renewed when launching themselves upon the great sea of life, They considered Mr. Sycamore to be the very pink af everything that was most admirable, fascinating, and worthy of imitation as a man of fashion; and they were as proud of having obtained his friendship aa if they raat SeAEanOE WOR the highest aristocrat in the Such were the two young gentlemen whom Mr. Sycamore had invited to dinner; and on their being introduced, he ordered the waiter to have the banquet served up at once.’ The command was promptly obeyed ; and Mr. Gycamore sat down to table with hia guests. The courses of soup and fish passed off agroegbly enough; and Sycamore felt his spirits revive ag he parqoiyed that the young gentlemen were in an excellent humour to do justice to the wine. With the third course the champagne was jatroduced; and after tho first glass the young gentlemen began to grow very talkative, and likewise to show off their airs. “Well, you speak of fine women down here, Syoamore,” said one, running his fingers in an affected manner through his perfumed hair; “but I vow and declare I have not seen any to my taste.” ‘“s } no§ at bathing time?” asked Mr. Sycamore with a knowing look. “ Why, my dear fellow, I eaw you on the sands for three hours yesterday, nearly all the while the tide served; and you neyer ance had your glass down from your eye.” “"Popn my soul, thet’s too bad, Sycamore |” said the young gentleman, infinitely delighted at this flattering compliment to his rakish propen- sities. “1 must confess I saw more of Lady Har- riet’s bust than she usually displays when in evening costgme-————and yet you know she does Greas devilish low.” “Ah |” exied Sycamore, “JT always thought | in there wee something between you and Ledy Har- riet—especially as her husband neglects her.” “* Come, ¢ome, Syoamore-—don’t be scandalous!” 331 — wae) said the young gentleman, laughing immensely. “ Suppose I did dance five times running with y Harriet the other evening—and suppose I did sit next to her at supper—and suppose I did ride out on horseback with her next day——why, what then? People of course can draw their own inferences: but I eay nothing.” “You ate two young rakes,” exclaimed Mr. Syoamore, pumping up the merriest laugh he could possibly fqsce by that artificial process; “and I shall really lose my character if I am seen in your company: I shall be set down as bad as your- neives. Come, fill—and pass the champagne.” “Tt’a all this fellow here who leads me into mischief,” continued the same young gentleman who had previously been speaking, and who now alluded to his companion, who was just a fow months older than himself, “I should like to know how he gets on with that pretty little widow with the sweet blue eyes P”’ “ Qh, if you think I mean matrimony,” drawled out the young gentleman thus alluded to, at the samq time giving an affected laugh, “ you are most gloriously mistaken—and the little widow knows it Mind, T do not say that she is of a larking dispomtion: but suppose she is—and that she takes 9 fancy to me—and suppose that she has no objection to a little amour upon the sly,—well, is she the worse? or am I the worse? Just answer me that.” “Not a bit of it!” ejaculated Mr. Sycamore, “But of course we now know what it all means, and on what terms the pretty little widow and you stand together.” We may as well observe for the information of the reader, that the Lady Harriet and the pretty little widow thus spoken of, were two as virtuous ladies as any in the whole world—and that by no levity, much less impropriety on their parts, had they ever afforded the slightest ground for these diabolically impertinent modes in which their names were mentioned. It is too often the case that the eharacters of well-principled women are nodded, aud winked, and hinted away as a sacrifice to the miserable vanity of profligate coxcombs, who flatter themselves that it is very fine indeed and “ quite the thing”’ to have sush little liaisons on hand. Sycamore, as a man of the world, knew perfectly well that it was nothing but mere vaunt and braggadocio on the part of his guests: but he encouraged it—he pretended to believe in it—he ministered to their wretched vanity—and he con- eluded by telling them that they were two despe- rate fellows, and that if he had a wife or sisters he would sooner shut them up in convents than allow such irresistibles to appreach them. All this elevated the two shallow-brained young gen- tlemen into perfect ecstacies; and they began talking more largely still, but in somewhat another strain. “ For my part,” said he who was barely twenty- two, “Iam getting tired of England—I think L shall go abroad. I have seen so much of life, I am pretty near worn out.” “Well, it’s just the case with me,” observed the other young gentleman; “there’s no enjoyment pleasure now. 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