The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 168: what you’re looking at

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TERROR 147 demanded Ernestina, all sorts of terrible things connected with the Hangman springing up in her imagination. ‘Oh, nothing that I know of, my lady,” replied her maid, ‘but his lordship’s valet has just told me to run up and in- form your ladyship that the marquis would be glad to see - you immediately if you were not yet undressed.”’ ‘Where is his lordship? ’’ asked Ernestina, wonder now somewhat taking the place of terror. “In the Gilded Saloon, my lady,” was the response, ‘‘ and I believe that there is company with his lordship.”’ ‘Who can they be, and what can this mean? ”’ said Lady Dysart, in a low, musing tone, as she hastily surveyed herself in a looking-glass to make sure that her toilet was in becom- ing order ere she obeyed the summons from the Marquis of Leveson. But we must here digress for a little space in order to make our readers understand how it was that Ernestina’s presence was thus peremptorily required at nearly half-past eleven o’clock at night in the Gilded Saloon. CoOnniclooolks (C(O)