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: THE MYSTERIES. —_— or —-—-+- = oo -Qn oR —— ee —_ we es ee eee _. we better I shall be pleased. Good evening, Caroline —kiss me.” And as Miss Walters embraced the patrician, a rapid glance of intelligence passed between them —a silent vow to observe the strictest and most solemn secrecy with regard to the confidence which they had already exchanged. When Caroline had quitted the room, Mrs. Lindley, having listened until her retreating foot- steps along the passage were no longer audible, approached the bed, and observed in a mysterious whisper,“ The Countess of Desborough is below, and desires to see you. She has a communication of importance to make.” “Let her come up, my good friend,” returned the patrician. “But I have something else to tell you,” con- tinued the midwife ;—“and 1 beg and implore that you will not excite yourself.” “Proceed. I am calm—and shall remain go,” was the cool and collected response, | 19 ’ Ra, 145 “A young gentleman is with her ladyship——” “Ah!” ejaculated the invalid, a fearful gloom overspreading her countenance. “Now, in the name of heaven! be tranquillised,” said Mra. Lindley, in an imploring tone. “The Countess gave me the strictest injunctions not to tell you that any one was with her: but this com- mand I could not obey—for a single glance at that youog man convinced me that he-——” “Yes — yes; I understand you,” hastily inter. rupted the lady. “ But, tell me, my good friend— is he in the desperate state which has been repre- sented to us?—has my vengeance-——” “Hush !—for God's sake, hush!” said the mid- wife, in a hoarse whisper. “The very walls havo ears! You must not appear to know that Ae isin the house, until the Countess chooses to communi- cate the fact. For that he has come hither to ob- tain an interview with you, through your aunt's intercession, is very evident. And now, dear young lady, should his grief— his penitence — his tears CDOO S co