The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 289: what you’re looking at

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THE YOUNG NOBLEMAN 267 accommodations requisite for the use of the then invalid aunt of his Louisa. But all these preparations for his bridal were somewhat prematurely taken, for, as we have seen, the circumstance of his encounter with Mary Owen made him acquainted with that conspiracy against the Princess of Wales which hurried him on into the series of adventures, and whirled him, as it were, through the storm of incidents that have been duly described in our pages. Now at last these adventures were finished, those incidents had been brought to a conclusion, and we behold our young hero, no longer Jocelyn Loftus, nor, indeed, as Lord Algernon Cavendish, but as the Marquis of Leveson, reunited to her whom he loved so fondly and whom he was shortly to make his bride. The reader is now acquainted with all that has hitherto been wrapped up in mystery relative to this excellent young man, and it was the outline of the above explanations which, after dinner at the cottage, he gave to Miss Stanley, Lady Sackville, and Louisa. We need scarcely observe that he touched but lightly upon those particulars that threw out the characters of his departed uncle and perished sister in so . disagreeable a light; and this reserve he practised partly from generous motives in respect to the dead, and partly because some of the details were unsuitable for the ears of the innocent Louisa. ee On the following day Miss Stanley, the aunt, in a private conversation with the Marquis of Leveson, made him acquainted with that fresh outrage which Bernard Audley had attempted to perpetrate, and which had been the cause of her restoration to vitality and consciousness. The young nobleman was deeply indignant at this narrative. But when he learned from Miss Stanley’s lips of that history of the past regarding Mrs. Owen, Melissa, and Lilian, and thereby was informed that the lady in black whom he had seen in the cloister could have been none other than Lilian herself, he resolved upon consigning Bernard Audley’s recent atrocity to oblivion. For Miss Stanley knew not that all Lilian’s long-cherished love for that bad man had recently turned into the deadliest hate, accompanied by cravings for a bitter vengeance, and thus the young marquis was left with the impression that the unfortunate Lilian was still CoMmiclooo <Sii in