The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 88: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER VI BERTRAM AND ELIZA ALONE together, for the first time since they had thus met at Oaklands, — alone for the first time since they parted three years and some months back, in the little parlour at Oxford. Alone together! dangerous position, and, oh, how embarrassing, how full of ineffable feelings too, for those who had loved so tenderly and so well! The duchess was marble-pale, but on Bertram’s cheeks there was the hectic flush of excitement, — not a flush gradually dying off into the surrounding whiteness of the skin, but a deep red spot upon either cheek-bone, as if con- sumption’s illusive dyes were glowing there. A false, un- natural fire burned in his eyes; it was evident that he felt like a man who had just reached some crisis which had been foreseen, which he had known must come, but yet, when it did arrive, found him utterly unprepared to meet it. He trembled with agitation; he could no longer repress his feelings. A glance over either shoulder showed him that the last couples of the party were disappearing in the shady avenues, and there he was, alone with her whose image was indelibly impressed upon his heart, whose love had been alike his Elysian joy and his ineffable misery. Several minutes passed, and there they stood, — Eliza seeming to have her looks fixed upon the fountain, but in reality beholding nothing, Bertram now contemplating her with the strong excitement of feelings too long pent up to be repressible any longer. ‘* Eliza,’ he said at length, and that word, that name, was alone thrown out at the time from his lips. It was followed by nought beside, and yet he felt that he had a million things of which to disburden his oppressed spirit. 69 EONMIELIOO KS (E(o)