The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 170: what you’re looking at

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i ae ~ ——- a Nl el TIIE MYSTERIES. 15 pleasure at the same time. “Iam sorry, George, that you are so fond of that individual's society.” “By God © exclaimed the Prince, somewhat an- grily: “I should not know very well how todo without him. And you must admit, my love,” he aided, in a milder tone, “that Mr. Meagles has always conducted himself with the utmost respect towards you. Indeed, I fancied that you were better pleased with him lately than you used to be; and upon the strength of that opinion I was foolish enough to tell him to call upon me in your apart- ments this morning. He received my instructions to glean all he could concerning this intended mar- 99 2 —— es “Marriage!” ejaculated Mrs. Fitzherbert, her countenance suddenly becoming flushed with in- dignation. “Surely, George, you dv not dream that the project can ever be realized—that the ign so secretly planned by your royal father can ever arrive at such an issue ?” 20 “Tam at your mercy, my dearest creature, an- swered the Prince. At my mercy!” exclaimed Mrs. Fitzherbert, now starting from her seat. “ What! do you even for a single instant harbour the thought——” “ Silence, I implore you!” cried the heir-apparent, also rising from his chair. “We know not how easily we may be overheard! Be assured that I will do nothing without previously consulting you— that 1 will make as many sacrifices as I dare, short of my right to the crown——” “And even that have you sworn to renounce sooner than act a perfidious part towards me !” in. terrupted Mrs. Fitzherbert, in a tone of deep solemnity. The Prince was about to reply, when the door opened, and Tim Meagles entered the room. He instantly saw that there was something wrong: but he was too good a tactician to appear to notice it;—and, with a low obeisance to Mrs. Fitzherbert, ee eee, OONRANKA ateilo) SS COMM