The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 225: what you’re looking at

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AN INTERVIEW IN NEWGATE 195 “ Proceed — proceed,’ said Arthur in an excited tone; for the murder of the babe was now goading ¢ even his generous soul to a savage vindictiveness. ‘“T have already informed you, sir,” continued the young woman, ‘‘ that I was an inmate of Mrs. Lindley’s establish- ment at the same time as Lady Holderness, — then Fernanda Aylmer. But I knew not who she was; nor, indeed, did I become enlightened on that head until yesterday. However, at the midwife’s abode of infamy, I formed the acquaintance of Fernanda; and she spoke darkly and mysteriously to me of the terrible progress of her vengeance, — a vengeance that was unsuspected by its object, unknown by its victim. And I also longed for vengeance, for, like her, had I been betrayed by the seducer. She promised to impart her secret to me, — the secret of that vengeance which she was inflicting, even from the retreat of shame, upon the author of her dishonour. But she left the house suddenly and abruptly, and I saw her no more until yesterday, when I encountered her, leaning upon the arm of a gentleman, in Cavendish Square. I accosted her, and she spurned me from her, yes, spurned me with her looks, — those looks that she can render so fierce and menacing when she chooses. The door of the palatial mansion which she entered was shut in my face, and at the bottom of my soul did a feeling of bitter rancour spring up at the instant against that arrogant patrician female and her haughty-looking companion. I went into the neighbourhood and instituted certain inquiries. Heavens! what a light suddenly burst upon my mind. That lady, as I heard, was the late Honourable Miss Fernanda Aylmer, now the wife of Lord Holderness. She had formerly been engaged to you, sir, the match was broken off, — no one knew wherefore, — and you had for many months pined with a malady that was deemed incurable. But you had suddenly revived, your health came back, and then oceurred the mysterious and unaccountable murder of your valet, followed by your consignment to this gaol. These particulars — some gleaned in the course of my inquiries, and others already familiar to my knowledge — turned all my thoughts into a new channel. I had suddenly found a clue to the unravelment of some mysteries; while strange suspicions and glimmerings of light were taking birth in my mind relative to others. I at once comprehended that you, Mr. Eaton, were the object Goin Doo eS mn