The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 187: what you’re looking at

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y OF LONDON. 185 The princess is in her boudoir, with a gentle- man, said the French lady’s maid. - Oh!—and my lord? ; My lord is up stairs, madame la duchess; I | have just let him in. Shall I announce madame la ee to madame la princesse ? 3 No! go up stairs into my room. I am going to dress. The Countess Cantacouzini, who was also the little Duchess de Gevres, which did not prevent her from being also Maudin, as good Captain ‘Paddy O’Chrane had called her. reached the first floor of the house in which were the apartments of her niece, the widow of the ever to be regretted Prince Philippe de Longueville. There, instead of entering by the principal door of the apartment, she took a back door which opened upon the Staircase, and entered a narrow passage, at the end of which there was a small dark closet. Op=— posite to the door of this closet was perceived a aint light, which proceeded from several small holes that had been made in around window which had been varnished over. 3 ‘ The little Frenchwoman placed her eyes before one of these holes, and saw, not three paces dis-= tant from her, Brian de Lancaster and the prin- cess, seated near each other upon a sofa. | _ Nothing could be better! said she to herself. Hush! said a voice near her. agtamitis Ah! you are there, my lord. What ara th so turtle-doves saying ? Bee aN They are looking at one another, my lady, = Yeu s saw me last night, at length said Brian: |