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THE REVIEW 119 commingling of pleasurable and disagreeable sensations. The look of virginal tenderness which Isabella had thrown upon him produced the former feeling; but, on the other hand, he could not think with any degree of satisfaction of the companionship in which he had left her, — the com- panionship of that young, handsome, elegantly dressed, and aristocratic-looking personage. Besides, it was but too evident that she had found either wealthy relatives or friends; and though in one sense he rejoiced that her position should be so suddenly improved, yet on the other hand he could not help thinking that this very improvement in her cir- cumstances had opened an immense gulf between herself and him. Yet again did hope steal into his soul with a soothing and solacing effect, — that youthful hope which in the flight of fancy surmounts all barriers and overleaps all chasms, however high the former and however profound the latter. Retracing his way slowly from Hyde Park, Christian wan- dered through the streets, reflecting on all that had occurred, until he approached the tavern where he was accustomed to dine since he had lodged at Mrs. Chubb’s, and for which an hour in the afternoon was allowed by his ducal employer. He entered the coffee-room of the tavern, seated himself at the table, and gave his orders to the waiter. The place was unusually crowded, and in the course of a few minutes another gentleman came and took a seat at the same table. He was a foreigner, bearded and moustached, well dressed, and of good manners. Making Christian a bow with true Continental politeness, he expressed a hope that he should not be inconveniencing him by sitting down at the same table. He spoke English with considerable fluency, though with a German accent. Christian at once set him at his ease in respect to the object of apology, and they soon got into a conversation together. After a few indifferent remarks, the German gentleman began to speak of the grand military spec- tacle in Hyde Park, and which it appeared he had witnessed. “ And I also saw it,” responded our hero. ‘“ It was given in honour of one of your native princes, who was present with his retinue.” “Ah, his retinue,” said the German, with a short, dry cough; and then he drank his wine, but with a peculiar look, as if he could say something if he chose. ECORHICLOO© S (E©) im