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CHAPTER CII. THE ROYAL BROTHER AND SISTER. Axzovr an hour after the occurrences just related the Prince Regent received a pressing note from his sister the Princess Sophia, begging that he would eall upon her as soon as possible. Her Royal Highness occupied apartments in St. James's Palace; and thither the Prince accordingly re- red. MWe have stated in a preceding chapter that the Princess Sophia was now sboat thirty-eight yeare of age—of luxuriant embonpoint, and of very handsome countenance. Bat the traces of deep care were Visible upon her features; and without rising from her chair in the elegant apartment where she received her brother, the royal lady bade him in a langaild tone place himeslf neer her, as she wished to consult him os a matter of the utmost importance. The ladies who were in attendance upen the Princess, had withdrawn in obedience te 6 sign whieh she made on the entrance of her brother; and this circumstance, together with the deep melancholy which appeared in Sophie’s manner, and the look of mingled mystery and hesitation with which she regarded him, proved that it was indeed some affair of more than usual importance that had indaced her thas to send for hiss. “ Hes anything unpleasant oceurred ?* asked the Prince, who was conscious of so many mis- deeds of his own and so many errore and frailties on the part of every member of his family, that he was always spprebensive of detection, exposure, or retribution. “Nothing has oecurred that need give you any pertioular annoyenoe,” replied the Princess: then after a few moments’ pause, dering which the colour went and came upon her cheeks even under the artificial bloom which a cosmetie shed thereen, she continued to observe, “The advice which I seek at yoar hands, especially regards my own happiness.” “ And yet you seem afraid of speaking outright,” remarked the Prince, somewhat impatiently. “Yea,” said the Princess Sophia, her eyes filling with tears; “because it is a painful thing for a sister to speak to a brother of her frailty and her sbame.” “ tor neaven’s sake explain yourself!” exclaimed the Prince, starting uneasily, and then fixing a penetrating look upon his sister. “ Would you have me understand that you have again formed some connexion which is likely to threaten you with disgrace and dishonour ?” “No, no!” retarned the Princess, hastily and almost indigngntly. “It is concerning the secret of my early years that I would speak to you—a secret that has so long been known to you——" “* Yese—the affair in the Edgeware Road,” inter- rupted the Prince. “Bat what danger threatens to transpire therefrom? Lady Florimel surely has not betrayed you ?” “ Lady Florimel is the most admirable of wo- men,” exclaimed the Princess; “and I believe that she would die to serve me, It is not my secret that is menaced, but my happiness that is deeply, deeply compromised—that is to say, such TEE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. litle happiness as eircumstances have permitted me to retain from the wreck of all the generous feelings, fervid affections, and buoyant hopes of youth.” “And so long as your secret is safe,” obeerved the Prince, somewhat disgusted with the sentimen- taliem now exhibited by his sister, “why the devil should you be unhappy?” “Unhappy!” she echoed, with a bitter leugh. “Should I not be something less or something more then woman, were I really and truly happy ? Or think you, George, that I can possibly blind myself to the fact that our family—the Royal Family of Engiand—is rapidly becoming ag object of loathing, hatred, and scorn to the great messes of the community? Is it not said openly, that oar unhappy sire has gone mad through remorse at his own crimes and anguish at the misdeeds of his children? Has it not been even more thes hinted that our brother Ernest was the murderer of Sellis? And you will excuse me for reminding you, my dear George, that the press hes been recently more busy than ever with your name——.” “A trace to all this recapitulation of evils |” ex- claimed his Royal Highness, suddenly. “ You are in a melancholy mood, Sophia—your spirits are depressed—and therefore you are giving way to the gloomiest forebodings. Was it te entertain me with your miseries and make me as miserable as yourself, that you have sent for me hither ?” How unkind of you to speak thus!” eried the unhappy Princesa, bursting inte tears: fee the conduct of her brother on the present occasion seemed more than usually heartless, especially as she herself was more than ever in need of affeo- tionate sympathy. “ Well, well,” said the Prince, somewhat soften- ing towards his sister; “tell me what advice you seek at my hands, or what service you require of me. “ Listen to me patiently for a few minutes, and you will then understand wherefore I am thas an- happy,” said the Princess, wiping the teare from her eyes. “You are aware, dear George,” she continued, with looks slightly averted—as if she dared not meet his gaze while touching upon the present topic,—“you are aware that upwards of nineteen years have now elapsed since I became a mother. The babe was entrusted to a surgeon of the name of Thursten—the same who has since risen to such eminence and acquired so great a renown as a physician. About two months ago, yielding to an irresistible impulse, I called upon Lady Filorimel and besought her to institute inquiries relative to the fate of that son whom from its very birth I had thus abandoned to the care of strangers. My dear friend Pauline at once undertook the commission ; and she called upon Doctor Thurston, from whose lips she learnt that the child had been stolen in its infancy. Indeed, i¢ was ia the month of Jane, 1795, when the child was between five and six months old, that it was thus stolen from the arms of ite nurse in Hyde Park. Doctor Tharston knows that the child was mine—has known it indeed for a very long time: but he has kept the secret inviolable. His honesty—his integrity—in this respect, at once convinced Pauline that he was teliing the truth when he stated that the child had been stolen. a printed hand-bill which was circelated at the ————— SS SS ps, S Moreover, he showed her CONnniCMOOKS. CON