The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 66: what you’re looking at

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TILE MYSTBRIES. 49 same time—and your hair is radiant in its glossy blackness.” “Is it poaesible, my dear Florimel,” asked Mrs. Brace, with her sweetest smile,—*“ is it possible that you are going to make love to me by way of a 4 ab “Upon my word I have very serious thoughts of so doing,” responded the young noble, drawing his chair closer to that on which the milliner sate. “ Ah? now I have caught a glimpse of your foot and ankle,’ he exclaimed; “and, in good sooth, you may well be proud —_—~ ?? “Oh! I am not conceited—I[ am not vain, Flori- mel,” interrupted Mrs. Brace; for asthe reader may observe, she was on very intimate terms with the youthful noble—though even while she addressed him thus familiarly, it was with an under-current of respectful deference in her tone and manner. “Neither vain nor conceited, my dear friend?” repeated Florimel: “ then you are deserving of the Uf , highest commendation—for, as sure as my Christiap name is Gabriel, you have every reason to be proud of your personal appearance. A happy man was Mr. Brace when he first led you to the altar—_—” “My lord, you are bantering me!’ exclaimed the milliner, speaking in so severe a tone and starting with such galvanic suddenness that Florimel, who had been gazing intently upon her foot and ankle, raised his eyes in amazement to her countenance, on which the colour was coming and going with a ra- pidity of transition that indicated the working of strong emotions in her bosom. “ My dear friend, have I angered you?” asked the young nobleman, taking her hand. “ You are well aware that I am incapable of wounding your feelings wantonly———”” “ Yes—yes, my lord,—I believe you,” interrupted Mrs, Brace. “ It was a sudden indisposition—a pang shooting through the head, and which rffied my temper-——" OONRANKA ateilo) SS COMM