Penny Dreadfuls, 1870 · page 356 of 400
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HAWKSHAW HALL S889 of mine, — grandly handsome! — but therein is the only point of similitude between the two. Ah! what a tale of shameless profligacy have you revealed to me. Thank Heaven, you have been discreet and delicate enough not to mention that lady’s name, for if by chance I ever met her in society, I could not possibly help testifying the contempt and abhorrence with which her conduct has inspired me. You have indeed experienced a most fortunate escape, and instead of being downcast and unhappy, you ought to be cheerful and glad.” Frank sighed, but made no answer. The image of Juliana had been too deeply impressed upon his heart to be effaced all in a moment, and he wished that she were far less beauti- ful than she was. The conversation was interrupted by the entrance of a footman, to announce that the groom had returned from Gainsborough, accompanied by Mr. Paton’s valet, who had brought his master’s luggage with him. ‘““Now, my young friend,’ said the squire, when the foot- man had withdrawn, ‘“‘ I do not intend to part with you so easily as perhaps you may imagine. You must at least give me two or three days of your company here. You need not eo near Gainsborough, the residence of your faithless one, but I will do the best I can to amuse you. There is to be a grand ball at some friends of mine — the Denisons’ — to-morrow evening, and I shall be delighted to introduce you. You will meet all the nobility and gentry of the neigh- bourhood, with their families. Do not say nay! Would you pine and mope for the sake of a worthless woman? Come, Mr. Paton, take my advice, seek rational pleasure and recreation, as the best means of driving her image from your memory.’ Frank had drunk half a dozen glasses of wine, and his spirits were already somewhat cheered. He thought the squire’s advice sound and good. It was not merely his wish, but also his duty, to triumph over the unfortunate attach- ment which he had formed. He had moveover received such kind hospitality from Mr. Hawkshaw that he did not feel himseif justified in running away the first thing in the morning. And now, another idea flashed to his mind. He had parted from Julana, leaving her with the impression that he was indeed the poor humble and obscure youth he GoOmichdoo <=) (C(O)