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ES a ee i ee $82 re i ree wee ae we a ne eee THR MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 169 “J shquid indeed,” was the bailiffs prompt reply. | ‘‘ You shall, then, my good feller—you shall, I can assure you,” resumed the porter. “ Here, George!” he cried, raising his voice to its highest key. “ What is it?” demanded a handsome youth of about sixteen or seventeen, and who was dressed asa page. “Did you call, Mr. Blossom?” he said, as he emerged from a waiting-room that opened from thé marble hall. “ Georgey, my boy!" said the porter, who ap- to rejoice in the name of Blossom, “ you will have the kindness to conduct this individual into the presence of her ladyship. He has an im- portant communication to make to her.” “ Very Mr. Blossom,” said the handsome “ Follow me, my man,” he observed, turn- ing towards Crimp. , Up a splendid staircase they went—across a landing crowded with statues, vases, and pictures —along e passage lighted from the ceiling—and 74 then into an ante-chamber where a couple of peges as handsome and as tly clad as George himself, were lounging before the fire. One leaf of a pair of fol re was instan- taneously thrown open by Crimp’s guide; and the bailiff was ushered into a magnificent drawing-room, where an elderly Iidy was seated alone at one of the tables interspersed about. The page advanced with noiseless step towards her—made alow obeisance—end said, “ May it please your ladyship, a person has called upon some important business. The lady raised her eyes—darted a rapid and scarcely perceptible look of mingled fondness and lascivious intelligence upon the beautiful youth—and then fixed her eyes upon Mr. Nathan Crimp, who respectfully placed Mrs. Fitzherbert's letter before her. The handsome page withdrew ;—and the bal- liff now found himself alone with the Dowager Marchioness of Banbury. She was a lady in ber fiftieth year, retainiog all the traces of a beauty (CO DOO (CO