The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 262: what you’re looking at

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THE QUEEN 233 the princess, in a tone of fervid gratitude. ‘‘ Will you under- take to deliver or to forward a note from me to my aunt Sophia, as early as possible to-morrow? ”’ ‘“T have obtained leave to go to London to-morrow morning,’ said Lady Prescott, ‘‘ and I will undertake to deliver your Royal Highness’s note to the Princess Sophia.”’ “Then give me pen, ink, and paper,’’ exclaimed Charlotte, in a joyous tone. Writing materials being accordingly supplied her, she sat down and penned a few hasty lines to her aunt. Then having folded, sealed, and addressed the letter, she entrusted it to Lady Prescott, who solemnly reiterated her promise to deliver it next day. “ And now, dearest princess,’ said Mrs. Bredalbane, in an imploring tone, ‘‘ do pray return to your own chamber.”’ “On one condition,’ exclaimed Charlotte, ‘‘ which is, that you permit me to avail myself of the earliest oppor- tunity to visit your room again, in order to hear the rest of your narrative, and see that letter — ”’ “Yes, yes, whenever your Royal Highness thinks fit,” ejaculated Mrs. Bredalbane. ‘“‘ But for to-night, oh, not for worlds would I say another word upon the subject, the queen has alarmed me so — ”’ “Well, my good friend, you shall be alarmed no longer on my account,” interrupted the princess, with an amiable smile, and bidding the two ladies good night, she retraced her way to her own apartment. There she retired to rest, to dream of her injured mother, Sellis, the Duke of Cumberland, the mysterious letter, the vixen queen, and a host of fearful or unpleasant things, all confusedly jumbled. Cconniclooolks (C(O)