The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 354: what you’re looking at

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352 MYSTERIES not wear a fan which the little Frenchman could have admired in preference. Are you not going to give us some news of our dear Frank Percival ? added he. Lady Derby changed colour. How you blush, my lady said the Honourable Cicely Kemp, and how pale you are looking now! Be quiet, my dear—be quiet, said Lady Mar- garet, Frank Percivel, stammered the countess, I really do not know. | Lord John must have been mistaken, then, said the little Krenchman, who after all was kind- hearted. The countess being thus put upon her guard, made some efiort to regain her composure, I have seen the honourable Frank Percival, sir, said she; he is still suffering from his wound ; and, besides—he suffers much, sir. Mary pressed Miss Stewart’s arm, and went to another part of the room. The countess looked anxiously toward her. The remainder of her vi- sit, which was a short one, was irksome, in spite of the efforts of Lady Campbell, who employed ail her admirable resources of conversation to render it less awkward. The countess was evi- dently embarrassed, and, strange to say, it appear- ed that her confusion arose from some feeling of shame or remorse. She at length rose to leave the room. Every | one hastened to imitate her; for contrary to the effect she usually produced, her presence seemed | to be a weight upon every one, » oa on + ee ome = ae - oes