The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 319: what you’re looking at

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| immonds, in his off-hand, bustling, business-like | style. “1 must just step in and see whether my broker is there yet: or clee,” he observed, with 8 you perceive, is redolent of cash.” . And lsughing heartily at some wit which he probably saw in the observation, Mr. Samuel Sim- monds walked rapidly away—entering the building by a door at the extremity of the court, and carry- ing the Bank receipt in his hand with an air of as much indifftrence to its value as if it were a piece of waste paper as utterly worthless, for instance, as the leaf of the Morning Post that contains the leading articles. = Clever fellow, that — very clever fellow I” ob- perved the man, ostensibly addressing himeeif to his wife, but really for the purpose of impressing the idea which he enunciated on the mind of Miss Morton. A feeling of aneasiness shot like a pang through the brain of the young lady when she beheld the lawyer depart in such an unceremonious manner with the document which constitated her title to self against the justice of her suspicion, when Mr. Simmonds re-appeared, holding the Bank receipt in his hand with the same air as before—as if it were a matter of perfect indifference whether he or his elient kept it urtil it was wanted. “My broker isn’t come yet—and it’s just as well that he should not have been here at the moment,” said Mr. Samuel Simmonds, as he accosted the party. * The fact is, I find there’s a new regulation issued since yesterday—and people selling out stock must be identified to the broker aé his office first. So I tell you what must be done :—you, my good fellow,” he ecatinved, addressing himself to the man, “go with the young lady to my broker’se—you know where he lives in Cateaton Street—and having identified her, make him come along with you at once. Tell him I'm waiting here about his lordship’s twenty thousand pound affair as well as the young lady’s business. Miss,” he added, turning to Camilla, — “will you have the goodness to step as far as Cat- eston Street with our good friend here ?—~and then the matter can be settled in a moment.” Camilla unhesitatingly complied with this re- quest; and away she went in company with the man whoee sinister countenance she had completely Sorgotten—so grateful did she feel towards him for all the trouble himself and his wife were taking in her behalf. _ On emerging from the Bank of England, how- ever, Camilla observed that her companion drew his hat, which had large slouching brims, very far over his countenance, and pulled the great shaw!- handkerchief which he wore very high up; and as the weather was not particularly cold, the proceed- ing actually assumed in her eyes the appearance of @ wish on the man’s part to conceal his features, Again did suspicion shoot like a pang through the Grain of the orphan; and the fecling was sympa- thetically felt like an ice-bolt in her heart. She east another and more scrutinizing look upon his countenance: but all she could see of it were the eyes that gleamed with a sinister glare, and the mese peering over the shaw!i-handkerchief, Thus wes be muffled up—and yet i¢ was little more than cting : | clinations swayed her mind, she still kept noca—ia the bréed daylight — and with a and healthy bet by no means chilling What could is mean? Had she fallen into hands? — should she rush back to the Bank Engiand where she had left the woman and lawyer, and demand her receipt, or at least sore herself that it was all safe? Her blood curdied in her veins and she appeared to be walk- ing on under the influence of a vertigo as she asked herself these questions. Still she obeyed not the suggestive impulse which her suspicions gave; and although every instant beheld those sus- picions growing more poignant and intolerable, she had not the moral courage nor the resolation te turn abruptly and retrace her way to the Bank of England, because by so doing she should at once be letting the man see that she mistrusted him, his wife, and his attorney altogether. And then, if her suspicions did happen to be wrong, how sorry— how grieved—how distressed should she be te think that ebe had thos injarionsly treated per. | Tr i sons at whose hands she had received so much kindness ! While these conii thoughts, ideas, it on by the side of the man; and at length, unable any longer to endure a state of suspense and ua- certainty which became excruciating, she said, * £ beg your pardon for putting such a question—but are you confident that Mr. Simmonds is com- pletely trustworthy ?* “ Trustyworthy !” ejaculated the man, speaking from behind the great shawl-hsndkerchief: “to be sure he is, Miss—or you don’t suppose that I would have recommended him te yout Bless your heart alive, he’s honesty itself * They were now in Cateaton Street, which is a very narrow thoroughfare; and at this moment a waggou so completely blocked up the way that there wae : only room for one person to pass at a time. The -; man allowed Camilla to proceed first; and the young lady, went quickly on, in the hope of speedily reach- ing the stockbroker’s office. The waggon was cleared—and, turning round, she looked for her companion. But be was not to be seen! Her suspicions now became maddening, and she hurriedly retraced her way along the street. Stil she could see nothing of him. With wild and frighted looks, the orphan increased her pece, and in a few minutes arrived once more at the Bank of England. Entering the court opening from Lothbury, glance convinced her that the woman aad the attorney had disappeared likewise. A sickening sensation came over the poor girl—her brain reeled—her eyes grew dim—her limbs gave way beneath her. But by a sudden and violent effort, she recalled her ecat- tered ideas; and remembering that the lawy offices were represented to be situate in Yard, she hastened thither with a speed whi now animated by despair. On every door and the wall inside every opening from alley, did she search for the name of Simm she found it not At length, when the last house i the place was vainly inspected, the orphan staggered against a door-post and preseed her hand to her fore- head in order to steady her brain—for abe felt as i‘ she were going mad! But once more did she arouse herself from the influence of despair in order to woo back hope te her Pp, i GEE 4lai:-@p =GbP «2b < Ge cae eee 2G ee «38, E : gE ze » EO NOOO) ©) YN SS CO