The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 279: what you’re looking at

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LOUISA’S LOVER 257 was Jocelyn Loftus, strain the damsel to his heart, and she, weeping and smiling, glorious in her beauty and in her raptur- ous feelings as an April morning that is all sunshine and showers, gave back the fond caresses. Lady Sackville wept for joy at the sight, and if anything were now required to rivet the firmness of her resolve to trust only henceforth for happiness in sweet domestic bliss, it was the spectacle of the ineffable delight, so pure, so chaste, and holy, too, that was now experienced by this fond couple. When the first full flood of joy had somewhat found its vent, the Marquis of Leveson turned toward Lady Sackville, and, taking her hand, he kissed her forehead, saying, ‘‘ Dear sister, for such you will shortly become to me, I am truly delighted to meet you here.” ‘“‘ And never henceforth, Algernon,’ answered Lady Sack- ville, in a low and hurried voice, a voice that was tremulous, too, with profound emotion, ‘‘ shall you have to blush to acknowledge me in any way as a friend or as a relative.”’ The young marquis pressed her hand in token that he received the assurance as an evidence of her contrition and her good faith, and that he put confidence in it. Then again turning toward his Louisa, he made her sit down by him on the sofa, and taking her hand, which he retained in his own, he said, ‘‘ Beloved one, the officious zeal which the servant ere now manifested in announcing my name so suddenly — a little incident which in my haste to fold you in my arms I did not foresee, not, indeed, thinking that he had time to learn from my own domestics who I was —elicited an ejaculation of dismay from your lips. Yes, dearest Louisa, that name which he announced so abruptly is indeed the one which I now bear; and, as I declared in my letter, if there were ever.a moment when I felt that I had reason to rejoice in that lofty rank which I possess, it is now, my angel, that I can ask you to become the sharer of it. I know full well that for a mind so pure, so ingenuous, and so artless as yours the splendours of rank have no dazzling brilliancy and the possession of illimitable wealth no factitious allure- ments; but still, constituted as society is, and considering the honour which the world shows to persons occupying an elevated position, it cannot be held as a misfortune that I am enabled to place a coronet upon this fair brow of thine, and to bear you away in due course to splendid mansions | | OOO) S GG nin