Penny Dreadfuls, 1860 · page 177 of 400
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PATRICIAN LADY AND PLEBEIAN GIRL 151 “IT do not recollect you, sir,’ was the haughty reply. Then, as some sudden reminiscence flashed vaguely and dimly to the lady’s mind, she fixed her eyes more intently upon the countenance of the disguised midshipman, observ- ing, ‘‘ And yet your features are not altogether unfamiliar to me.”’ ‘We once vowed friendship to each other,” responded Caroline; ‘‘ and beneath the roof of Mrs. Lindley.” “ Ah! I recollect, you are Miss Walters! ’”’ exclaimed Fer- nanda, for Lady Holderness it was, in company with her husband; and she did not appear to be overwell pleased at this encounter. “What, Caroline Walters! ” ejaculated Lord Holderness, starting nervously, and surveying the disguised female in a peculiarmanner. ‘ The young woman who was arrested — ”’ ‘“‘ And falsely accused of the murder of that same Mrs. Lindley whose name I mentioned ere now,” added Caroline, in a firm tone and with a dauntless demeanour. ‘‘ Madam,”’ she continued, once more turning toward Fernanda, “I know not who you are, — your name and rank you scrupu- lously kept concealed from me when we were dwelling beneath the same roof — “For God’s sake detain us not, young woman,” inter- rupted Lord Holderness, in a hasty and imperious whisper, as the liveried footman opened the front door; and pushing Fernanda gently forward, the nobleman followed her into the hall. Another moment, and the door was banged in Caroline’s face. But the instant that Lord and Lady Holderness were alone together in the parlour, they exchanged uneasy and troubled looks. Then, as Fernanda tossed off her bonnet and threw aside her shawl, she said, ‘ I do not like this meeting with that girl.” “Nor I,” returned the mabletann, in a voice of nervous excitement. ‘‘ Something akin to prescience of evil has struck me — ”’ ‘‘ And yet I do not see of what we have to be afraid,” interrupted Fernanda, whose natural courage speedily came back to her aid. ‘‘ It is impossible that this girl can have obtained any clue — ” “Who knows? who knows? ” cried Lord Holderness, with 9) Goim AOE) eS) (GO)