The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 43: what you’re looking at

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eF LONDON. 4i Hi'renchman, were now preluding some low and — funrefined dotes. The dance had not yet com- Hmenced ; but each saloon, and particularly the Hdrawing room of Lady Campbell, presented a Pbrilliant array, not unlike a basket of flowers, fiwaiting for some crowning roses or carnation,— *#There was a hum of conversation around Lady #Campbell and Mrs. Trevor, who received most #gtacefully the compliments and salutations of {their guests-—the agreeable occupation of the pre- fsiding lady, from ten o'clock until midnight on fthe evening of a ball. For our own part, we sheuld perfer to mount guard for the same space fof time over the statue of Achilles, } The ball now opened. The Cavalier Angelo |/Bembo led out Miss Trevor for a quadrille; there |iwas a general movement in the apartment, and jthe scattered groups mingled together. Without loosing her male attendants, Lady Campbell found herself surrounded by a brilliant circle of matrons, hwhose age does not forvid them to indulge occa- Sionally in the dance, but who dare not patronize the amusements to too great an extent—a class which furnished Balrac with the type of his admi- rable delineation of the lady of thirty. | The quadrille was now ended, and Cavalier rey [Angelo Bembo conducted Miss Trevor to her Ber iseat; but she had barely recovered from her fa- tigue, before the usher announced the honourable Iname of Frank Percival, | The delicate colour faded from Miss Trevor’s cheek, She was pale as marble; and she placed her hand upon her heart, which ‘was beaNne proleutly. | 5 3 Comicbooks:com