The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 27: what you’re looking at

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8 THE COURT OF LONDON that extraordinary man, the ornament of his profession, Doctor Thurston.” — The breakfast was over, a footman announced that the carriage was in readiness, and Sackville handed his bride into the vehicle. ‘The serious-looking old livery servant and Jessica were seated in the rumble behind; the trunks were packed upon the roof, and, all being in readiness, the postilion drove away at a rapid rate. The happy couple were bound for Brighton, where they intended to pass a few days. They spoke but little until the travelling-carriage was beyond the southern outskirts of London; but they sat with their hands united in each other’s clasp, and exchanging fond looks. For Horace adored and worshipped the charming creature who had become his bride; and Venetia was not indifferent to the fervid attachment, the personal appearance, and the elegant man- ners of him who was now her husband. “Did not Curzon whisper something annoying in your ears, Horace?’ inquired Venetia, at length, a slight flush appearing upon her countenance. ‘‘ Tell me what he said,” she urged, seeing that Sackville hesitated to reply. “He said that he was aware of your visit to Lord Leve- son and also to the prince on the same evening,” answered Horace. ‘And so were you,” replied Venetia, laughing. ‘“ But you were also acquainted with the particulars of these interviews and the results of each.’’ ‘TI was nevertheless startled at the moment, my angel,” said Horace; ‘ because I could not possibly conceive how the earl came to learn that you had paid those visits.” ‘He employed spies to follow me,’ said Venetia, her musical laugh sounding deliciously upon her husband’s ears, although he felt deeply indignant at the announcement which excited her gaiety. ‘I discovered it all yesterday; his spies were even in the church ere now. But let us con- verse on other matters for the present; and I will tell you all about the spies on some future occasion.” ‘‘ Be it so, dearest,’ said Horace, as he gazed with inex- pressible devotion on the lovely creature who was now his own. Meantime, Valentine Malvern had returned to his own house at No. 20, Hanover Square, his mind filled with the COUN (-) IDnoaks (E(0)