The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 220: what you’re looking at

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THE MYSTERIES OF THE qousr. 209 + this proot of her royal paramour’s fickleness, “I am not jealous of the Prince: it were ridiculous to ceso, 1am well aware that his love. adventures are innumerable; and if I were to sigh each time I learn that [ have a rival ia his caprices—for we will not call them affections—I should be only making myself miserable from morning to night.” “True!” murmured Eleanor, in whose bosom new and exciting thoughts had been engendered by all that the Duchess of Devonshire had said to hor on this occasion. “And therefore, my dear friend,” added the wanton and voluptuous Georgiana, “if you should think fit to lend a willing ear to the Prince's seduc- tive words, I shall not experience the slightest an- Doyance. But I must now say farewell, Eleanor— end I shall expect to see you at Devonshire House in the course of to-morrow or next day: for I must a-suredly become your tatress and guide into the realms of pleasure. Adieu, my dear friend.” 27 ne ee La na With these words, the Duchess embraced Lad: Dvsburough, and took her departare. Eleanor had e corted her Graco as far as th: landing outside the apartment ;—and, as she was returning slowly and in a thoughtfal mood to her seat upon the sofa, it suddenly flashed to her mind like a glare of lightning, that if any one had hap. pened to be in the inner drawing-room it were easy to have overheard some portion, if not the whole of the preceding conversation, the two saloons being only separated from each other by folding. A terrible sickness seized upon the hesrt of the Countess as this source of alarm sprang up in her mind; and opening one of the doors, she entered peared to fasten upon her brair, when she caught sight of her husband—yes, the Earl of Desborough—seated at the table apparently bending, over a book, and with his back towards ber comicbooks.conn