The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 218: what you’re looking at

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DISCOURSE 195 miserable invalid, again trembling all over from head to foot. ‘‘ My name was not mentioned in it — I had nought to do with the transaction. If Petersfield and Marston have abused their trust, [ am not responsible.”’ ‘“‘ No, you are not responsible legally, but you are morally,”’ replied Lord Eagledean. “ On that subject I do not, how- ever, wish to dwell at present.”’ ~“ But who are you? I suppose you are an agent or friend of some one in Italy — ”’ “Yes, the Marquis of Eagledean. I am his friend,” responded the visitor, curtly and drily. “The Marquis of Eagledean was a villain,’”’? exclaimed the invalid, — “‘ the seducer of my sister; and I spared him —TI spared her likewise. I kept their secret religiously, faithfully — ”’ ‘“* Yes, to serve your own purposes. Ah! Mr. Everton — ”’ ‘“ How dare you address me thus? I am Lord Everton, and you cannot disprove my rights. This fabrication in respect to a crack-brained pretender will not hold good for a moment. Come, sir, tell me who you are, and what you want? ”’ “ Yes, I will tell you what I want in a few words,”’ rejoined the marquis. ‘“ I demand a full confession of your iniquity toward your nephew, and the acknowledgment of his identity. But stop, do not interrupt me. Let me tell you at once that I have obtained proofs of which perhaps you little dream.” ‘““ Proots? ”’ ejaculated the invalid, endeavouring to assume a tone and look of defiance, but in reality convulsing and writhing in his chair with the tortures of an agonizing suspense. “Yes, proofs! Upwards of sixteen years ago,” continued the Marquis of Eagledean, speaking in a low and solemn voice, “‘ the corpse of a pauper boy, who died in a workhouse, was disinterred from the grave, was removed to Everton Park, and on the same night, Adolphus was brought hither; from which moment he has been kept in a cruel captivity until his providential release a short time ago.”’ The invalid gave a low moan, and sank back in the chair like one annihilated. His eyes became glassy, as if glazing beneath the touch of death, while he stared in vacant dismay upon Lord EHagledean. This nobleman, fearing that the ) CORAICLOO© cS (C(O)