The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 245: what you’re looking at

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218 REYNOLDS’ WORKS which she had displayed, and that sudden singularity of manner, were uppermost in his mind, and he saw that there was something which had thus profoundly agitated her, but which he could not fathom. “You must leave me now,” she said, recovering her wonted composure, or at least a sufficient command over her feelings to appear outwardly composed. ‘‘ Our inter- view has already been too long. We must meet again, — once again, — but only to part for ever,’ she added, tremu- lously. ‘I will then endeavour to reason with you against this wild and insensate passion which you have cherished for me —’’ “No, no, speak not thus, Elizabeth!’ ejaculated Don Christoval. ‘‘ You have promised me another interview, and in that promise there is hope. I will not insist upon your answer now, I will leave you— Yes, I will leave you, in the joyous conviction that I have made some little im- pression upon your heart.” “My lord, go not away with that idea,” said Elizabeth, more hurriedly than earnestly, “‘ because — because — ” ‘‘ Address me not with that cold formality of my lord,’’ he exclaimed. ‘“ To you I would be Diego — only Diego, and that I shall be so, I now entertain the enthusiastic hope. Oh, it was impossible that such a love as mine could be doomed to disappointment and despair! We will part now, Elizabeth. Tell me when and where we are to meet again. And let it be soon, — I conjure you to let it be soon! — for I shall count the hours and the minutes that must elapse until we meet.” ‘Give me your address, and I will write to you,” she replied, after a few moments’ consideration, and still there was a tremulousness in her fluid voice. Count Christoval named a hotel at the west end of the town, and repeated his fervidly expressed prayer that the interval ere they met again should not be a long one. “TI will write to you,’’ she said, “‘ as soon as — as soon as —’’ and still she hesitated, ‘‘ as soon as I have reflected on all you have told me, Diego — my lord, I mean.”’ ‘Then farewell for the present,’’ he exclaimed, and seizing her hand, he once more carried it to his lips. She did not withdraw it. How could she remain alto- gether insensible to the manifold proofs of love which his EORMICLIOO KES (E(@)