The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 365: what you’re looking at

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334 REYNOLDS’ WORKS sounds of her voice as if they were those of a delicious music. When she had done speaking, he proceeded to give her to understand that he was an officer in the army, that he was on leave of absence from his regiment, and that he was temporarily staying with some friends at Kensington. He congratulated himself on the fortunate occurrence of having taken an evening ride in that particular direction, and he concluded by intimating that his name was Captain Stan- ley. Immediately struck with this name, Christina glanced rapidly toward her companion, and said, “‘ Might I ask whether your father is Sir William Stanley who resides near Liverpool? ”’ ‘The same,” cried the captain, both overjoyed and astonished at this species of recognition on the part of the beautiful young lady whose acquaintance he was so anxious to cultivate. ‘‘ But how is it possible — ” ‘“‘T have heard Mr. Redcliffe speak of you,” replied Chris- tina, thus anticipating the question. “Mr. Redcliffe — that kind, generous man!” exclaimed Captain Stanley; ‘‘ as brave too as he 1s kind, for he saved my father’s life amidst the jungles of India.” ‘‘ Mr. Redcliffe 1s a kind friend of mine,” rejoined Christina. ‘‘ My brother lives with him altogether. I myself am residing with an Eastern lady of rank and wealth, and our habitation is yonder villa.”’ ‘‘ Rejoiced as I at first was,” said Captain Stanley, ‘in having been enabled by circumstances to render assistance to a young lady, even while believing her a total stranger, infinitely more delighted am I now on finding that we are not altogether unknown to each other. I only arrived in town yesterday, and it was my intention to call on Mr. Red- cliffe to-morrow. Perhaps — perhaps,” added the captain, hesitatingly, “‘ I may venture likewise to call at your resi- dence, to assure myself that you will in the meantime have perfectly recovered from the alarm produced by this in- cident.”’ All the rules of politeness as well as the additional ones of gratitude prevented Christina from giving a negative response to this request, and with artless candour, she said, “Tf you do me the honour of calling, Captain Stanley, the Lady Indora with whom I live will personally express her CORNICLIIOOKS (E(0)