The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 254: what you’re looking at

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omnes mmm el TNE MYSTERIES. her lips—for the faithfal glass, reflecting her beau- teous countenance, tald her that she was charming: then, ashamed at the feeling of vanity to wihtich she had thas yielded for an instant, she returned to her chair—her features at the same time assuming @ somewhat severe expression. Bat, oh! for Pauline to wear an angry look was mot an easy task: it was merely Venas attiring herselfin the armour of Minerva ;—and though she might fix upon her brow the helmet of the Goddess of “War, yet beneath the shade of the vizor those were sfill the eyes of the Goddess of ‘Love and Beauty which looked forth ! The door opened—and Lord Florimel was an- nounced. * Pauline rose, and proffered him her hand: bat when he made a movement to convey it to his lips, ehe immediately withdrew it — and, indicating a chair, bade him be seated. “In the first place I thank you, Paaline, for granting me this interview—ai last,” he said, ina tone of soft remonstrance. “¥ declined to accompany my father and sister te church, on purpose that I might see you alone,” said Paaline. “But I soarcely know why we shoald have met at all—since we most part presently to encounter each other no more save upon terms of gnere acquaintanceship.” “ And-yet it is bard that I should be condemned for acrime of which 1 am totally innocent,” observed Florime), with a voice and manner expressive of vexation. *As-God is my jutge——" « Add not perjury to your other offences, Ga- briel,” interrupted Pauline. “And now give me our attention. That I have loved you well—fondly —sincerely,” she continued in a tremulous tone, you are aware: but I am not so weak and silly a girl as to espouse a man whose infidelities will ‘render me wretched. I appreciate all the honour which you—a great nobleman—did me at the time by the offer of your hand ; and your conduct was the ‘more generous, inasmiuch as I was then in a far humbler situation than at present. Had yun re- mained faithful ty me, Gabriel,” she proceeded, the ly tears now trickling down her beauteous cheeks, “I should have esteemed myself the bap- piest woman in the world; and, on becoming your wife, my whole and sole care would have been to convince you that I was worthy of your affection. I do not say that I shonld have given you a love greater than any which human heart ever knew before: but certainly it would have been outrivalled by no devotion of which womar is capable. Bright and glorious, Gabriel, were the fairy scenes of hap- piness which my imagination had woven; and in that wild and romantic castie-building my soul was steeped in a fount of indescribable bliss. But gone are those visions—vanished are those sweet dreams; and all is a dreary waste where the gor- geous structures raised by my fervent fancy so lately stood. We shall part—but on my side it will be im sorrow, and not with anger. I give you back your vows and pledges—I release you from ell your solemn promises—in the same way that you must emancipate me from mine.” And, as Pauline uttered these last words, she averted her countenance to hide the tears that were bow streaming down it. “My God! are things so serious as this 2?” ex- claimed Fiorimel, cruelly tortured. “1 have lis. 243 tened to you, my beloved Pauline —not with patience —but in-respectfnisilence ; and now I implore you to give an attentive ear to mein my turn. Inter- rupt me not, therefore, when I take God to witness ‘that you have wronged me with your suspicions— that, although circumstances were against me and appearances unfavourabie—” ‘“Oh'! if ¥ could only be convineed of the truth of this assertion {” ejaculated Pauline, looking up and smiling through her tears. It was Venus laying aside the martial sternness of Minerva, and becoming ‘the Goddess of Love and Beauty ‘once again ! “Yes—i caneonvince you—I wifl convince you!” said the young nobleman ; and, taking a jetter from his pocket, he handed it to Pauline, saymg, “ The girl whom you-encountered as she issued from my house, was the bearer of that missive Miss ‘Clarendon cast-her eyes over the billet, and read the contents as follow :— “What think you, my dear friend, of the bearer of this? You are ea naughty man for not coming to see 48 Pray explain this abeenes af several days—not by letter, but in-person. I shall expect you to sup with me on aay evening you may choose to appoint; and if it be agree- able to you, I can promise that the bearer, Miss Camilla Morton, shall be of the party. AH that you need now s-y to her is that you will attend to the note.” “Ah! Morime), I have indee@ wronged you!” exclaimed Pauline, throwing herself into his arms, and weeping upon his bosom, “7 now perceive that the young Woman was a stranger to you—that she was sent by some vile person to tempt you—— But wherefore did you not give me this explana- tion at first?” she demanded, the thought suddenly striking her: and, withdrawing her arms from about his neck, she’ gized anxiously —almost searchinely —upon his countenance, “Will you not at once banish this unpleasant in- cident from your mind, dearest Pauline—without ask- ing me for any farther explanations?” said Florimel, his voice and manner alike denoting that he was now troubled and embarrassed. “If you love me, Gabriel,” she answered, in a tone of mild reproach, “you will completely and fully relieve my mind from any disagreeable im- pressions which remain upon it. Once more, then, do I ask you why you did not at once forward me this note, to convince me that the young person whom [ encountered was a stranger, and not a {gmiliar ac- quaintanice 2?" “Pauline, I will be candid with you,” returned the nobleman, taking a seat upon a sofa and com- pelling her to place herself by his side: “I was afraid you would recognise the baudwriting in that note.” “JT never saw it before,” said Pauline, anatching up the billet from the table where she had flung it, and studying it with attention. “So much the betler,” exclaimed Florimel. * And now ask me nothing more, I beseech you.” “This mystery distracts me!" cried the young lady. “If you have done naught ot which you are ashamed, why shroud a portion of the incident in so suspicious a secrecy? Tell me everything, I con- jure you! And first, wherefore should you have fancied that I might recognise the handwriting 2” “ Because I feared—1 dreaded——-that ia, [ thought it probable that the person who penned this ae a i EE IS ee LTS SSSA QNISN ~“tnaSEE COMIC OOOKS. Com