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126 THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. ater ES The Countess was much affected on hearing that | room, was at once struck by the Eari’s altered her husband was unwell: but it soon struck her that this indigposition on his part was merely @ in order to avoid the necessity of visiting her own sick-room; and the tears trickled down her cheeks at the thought. After a few minutes’ pause she once more expressed a wish to write to her hus- band: but Mrs. Broughton positively refused to give her the writing-desk—obeerving that she had incurred a severe rebuke from Dr. Ferney for having done eo on the occasion. It was about mid-day when this discourse took place between the Countess of Castlemaine and Mrs. Broughton. Her ladyship inquired the hour; and on being informed, she said, after a few minutes’ reflection, “I can endure this state of mind no longer! Earnestly and strenuously would I have avoided the intervention of a third party: bat it has now become necessary. If I am not permitted to write, I must speak——It is killing me to endure | delicate and all this! But of whom should I make a confidant if not of you? whose assistance should I invoke if not your'e, my good and faithfal Broughton P” “1 beseech your ladyship to compose yourself,” eaid the kind-hearted dependant. ways of oxeiting the feelings than by endeavouring to writes letter; and if you experience another re- lapee, it may prove fatal.” “I will compose myself for a few hours, Brough- ton,” responded the Countess. “But promise me that if thie evening-—let us eay betwota nine and ten o’closk—you find me sufficiently tranquillized, sufficiently strong also to endure whatsoever little fatigue may be attendant on unbosoming my soul to you,—you will listen—you will permit me to speak—and you will promise to befriend mo?” “ Heaven knows, dear lady,’ responded the woman, with earnest sincerity, “if I could really befriend you, I should be only too happy. Bat, ales! ——" “You fear,” said the Coantess, perceiving that Mrs. Broughton suddenly stopped short, “that mine is a case the reach of friendly aid, and that I have been guilty of errors which naught can efface? You shail ece!”—and most singular was the expression which settled upon the pale countenance of Lady Castlemaine—that same expression which had before so much bewildered the worthy Mrs. Broughton, and had set her reflecting whether it were possible, in the face of all circumstances, that the Countess could be innocent f “ Compose yourself, dear lady,” she sad: “ and this evening, if you will, you shell command my services.” “You promise mef—and your promise has already tended to cheer my spirits. My mind is indeed more tranquil now. I feel as if I could enjoy a few hours of peaceful slumber.” “Ob, do!” cried Mrs. Broughton; “and you will awake refreshed.” The Oountess of Oastlemaine said not another word—but settled herself to sleep ; and in a little while she was wrapped in slumber. Soon after- wards one of the younger damsels entered the sick- chamber with an intimation that the Earl had left his own apartment, and had descended to the drawing-room, where he desired Mrs. Broughton’s smmediate presence. She accordingly proceeded to -bey the summons; and on entering the drawing- appearance. He did indeed seem as if he had been very ill: his countenance was haggard and care- worn—his eyes, so dark in hue and eo bright in lustre, now appeared to burn with the superadded giow of fever. Mrs. Broughton had not seen him for three whole days; and it was therefore no won- dor that his altered aspect should strike her so powerfully. “Dr. Ferney, who was here just now,” began the Earl, so soon as she stood in his presence, “ tells me that her ladyship has regained her consciousness. Is it so?” “It is, my lord, I am bappy to say,” replied Mrs. , Bo “And you have been conversing together doubt?” continued the nobleman. “ I have not for- gotten that on the last occesion when I spoke to you privately, you manifested @ distaste-—a very repeating yourself. But I hope that you intend tw be a little lees scrupulous now———Stop! don’t interrupt me— I will tell you wherefore I make the remark. I had not soon Dr. Ferney for several days until this morning. He spoke of her ladyship’s relapse and ite cause: he mentioned something about her desire to pen a letter to ma, and that it was while at- tempting to do so her strength failed her. Was this the case P” “It was so, my lerd,” replied Mrs. Broughton, who certainly saw no harm in making this state- ment. “But at the same time I must request———" “I know what you would request,” interrupted the Earl: “that the interrogatory should cease here ?—bat it caunct! You must tell me what your mistress purposed to write to me: for I am certain that you know.” “ My lord, as I am a living women and have a soul to be saved,” replied Mrs. Broughton, “I am unable to answer that question. Her ladyship did not tell me what she purposed to write.” “Bat will you pretend,” he continued, almost sternly, “ that you are not in her confidence? Mrs. Broughton, an accident made you acquainted with ship of what hed taken plece?” - “No, my lord—I should scorn to do so,” she ex- claimed, i likewise sorry indeed to let ber understand that you thought so ill of me as to expect that I would epeat conversations end give way to gossip or tittle-tattle. No, my lord—I would not do eo!” and she was turning to quit the room. * Bat one word, Mrs. Broughton—one word, I beseech you!” exclaimed the Karl, now totally unable to control or conceal the excitement which had ecised upon him. “I am about to ask you something to which you may give me an answer. they hone,” was Mrs. Broughton’s y that there is not a household in where the domestics generally are se s “and I should have been - o_O Cad (COL (C DOO CS (COL