The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 300: what you’re looking at

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MATRIMONIAL STORMS 267 rage, and her eyes flashing as if pieces of jet could fling forth fire. ‘“There shall be an end put to all this,’’ exclaimed the earl. ‘“‘ I will have a divorce.”’ “No, you shall not,” ejaculated Editha, in a a of defi- ance. c I am not going to humour you thus far,’ she added, bitterly. ‘‘ Besides which, you are too sensitive about nat . you call your honour, to proclaim yourself a cuckold until you hold the proofs of my infidelity in your possession.”’ “Trust not too much to your own devilish hypocrisy,” exclaimed the earl. Then, with accents of bitter taunting, he added, ‘‘ I dare say your sisters, your aunts, and your mother all thought they were equally secure when playing their amatory tricks — ”’ Editha sprang up from the sofa like a Fury, her cheeks crimson, her eyes flashing lightning shafts, her nostrils dilating, her lips apart quivering gaspingly, and her whole person vibrating as it were with the rage of a panther. Like a panther, too, did she appear ready to spring with her lithe and supple form upon her husband, who, startled and terrified for the moment, stepped back a pace or two. Then, suddenly turning upon his heel, he burst into a forced laugh, exclaim- -ing, “‘ Admirably assumed, ’pon my honour! ’Tis as good as the play at Carlton House last night.’’ ‘‘ Assumed! ”’ said Editha, in a voice of stifling fury. ‘““ Yes, assumed,” rejoined her husband. ‘“ You would do well for a tragedy queen; your rage is admirable.”’ “ Ah! you dared talk of a divorce just now,” cried Editha, “but if there be a divorce between us, it shall be at my instigation against you for cruelty, ill-treatment, and adultery.”’ The Earl of Curzon indulged in another affected laugh, and then slowly sauntered forth from the breakfast parlour. Proceeding to his own chamber, he dressed himself, and was about to take his morning’s ride on horseback, when a footman announced that a young man was waiting to see him, but that he had declined to give any name as he said he called upon his lordship by appointment. The earl, wondering who it could be, immediately repaired to the room in which the visitor was waiting, and the moment he entered he recognized Theodore Varian. ““ Ah! you were to have called upon me,” exclaimed the Gomicbooks (E(@)