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LS Se eee THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. 57 ekp—eaek ee “Sir,” interrupted the old nobleman, “I-~I— ugh ! ugh !—would have you know that I—I—ugh ! ugh !—am incapable of treating your niece other- wise than—ugh! ugh !—with kindness.” “It is something in your favour, my lord,” an- ewered Captain Cartwright sternly; “but still it will not save you from the chastisement I am bound to inflict upon the seducer of my niece.” “Ob, no do not touch him! do not injure a hair of his head!” exclaimed Eglantine, starting to her feet and bounding towards the old nobleman, around whoee neck her arms were thrown. “You are a good girl, my dear—ugh! ugh!— youare a good girl,” mumbled Wenham. “There! there! don’t weep—don’t take on so!—sit down, my love—ugh! ugh!—and your uncle will pre- sently grow calmer.” Eglantine retired to her chair: bat Captain Cartwright remained standing, his arms still folded—his looks still sternly severe, No. G0.— FOURTH SERIES. “Lord Wenham,” he said, “listen to the fow words which I havo to address unto you. A be- loved brother on his death-bed bequeathed his child to my care. I undertook the charge, vowing to fulfil it affectionately and honourably. My avocations recalled me to India; and I left my niece in the care of an elderly female relative in whom I could confide. She paid the debt of nature some little while back ; and then Eglantine, after an interval passed with a friend, went under the protection of my sister-in-law Madame Ange- lique. And such protection it has been!—good heavens, such protection! Ina word, my hopes are blighted—and that niece whom to her father on his death-bed I swore to protect and befriend, is a fallen creature——and you, my lord, are her seducer!” “Bat she loves mo—ugh! ugh!” shrieked forth ‘Wenham, in that same shrill tone to which his voice had ere now risen ; “and you shan’t part us! ugh! ugh !——you shan’t part us!” comicibooks.conm