The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 278: what you’re looking at

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256 THE COURT OF LONDON whether, as three o’clock of that afternoon approached, there were any persons wending their way toward the Foun- tain Hotel, to be there in readiness to meet the expected one? Yes, the two sisters were threading the Dane John in that direction, and fain would Miss Stanley have accompanied them but that she feared to walk too far in her still enervated condition. But Lady Sackville and Louisa did repair to the hotel, and as her ladyship was already known there, her equi- page and servants being all this while at that establishment, she and her sister were at once received with the utmost respect. They were conducted to a private sitting-room, and Lady Sackville whispered to one of her own domestics a few words stating for whom she and her sister were now waiting. Half an hour ane | and soon after the clocks of the old cathedral and the numerous other churches of Canterbury had struck three, the sounds of an equipage dashing up the narrow street in which the Fountain Hotel is situated called forth all the dependents of the establishment. A splendid travelling-carriage, with armorial blazonry upon the panels, and drawn by four post-horses, whirled up to the hotel and passed in through the gateway. The apartment in which Lady Sackville and Louisa were awaiting the expected one’s coming commanded from its windows a view of the courtyard into which the equipage had rolled, and when they beheld him whom they expected alight, Louisa felt the faintness of exeenelye joy come over her. ‘““ Compose yourself, my sweet sister,” said Lady Sackville. “Oh, how delighted I am that this cup of happiness is so filled up to the brim for you.” Louisa could not give utterance to a word, but throwing herself into her sister’s arms, she wept for joy on her bosom. And now hurried footsteps were heard approaching along the passage, and the next moment one of the hotel waiters threw open the door, and with officious importance, an- nounced, in a loud tone, “‘ The Marquis of Leveson.”’ A faint shriek escaped Louisa’s lips as this name struck upon her ears, but the next instant she beheld the object of her best and purest affections, and springing toward each other, they were clasped in a fond embrace. Again and again did the young marquis, for such indeed connicloooKks (CO in