The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 233: what you’re looking at

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PRIVATE ROOM AT THE POLICE OFFICE 203 observed Rose, in reply to the young gentleman’s remarks, ‘< were I to declare that I do not remember you.” ‘‘ Then you recollect that we have met before? ’”’ exclaimed the stranger, a perceptible gleam of satisfaction lighting up his pale countenance. “Yes, for a few minutes, at the Earl of Desborough’s,”’ responded Rose; and Mrs. Brace, overhearing what was said, instantly called to mind the fact that it was so. ‘Curiosity led me into the court a few minutes ago,” continued the young man; “ for as I was passing through the street I heard the observations which certain loungers at the door were making upon the proceedings within. I accordingly entered, little suspecting that the young lady of whom the people outside were talking was known even by sight to me. With difficulty I forced my way through the crowd; and at the same moment that I succeeded in obtain- ing admission to the court, you were leaving it in company with that lady,’ and the stranger glanced toward Mrs. Brace. “I recognized you instantaneously,” he continued, fixing his eyes upon Rose with an expression of tender inter- est and respectful admiration. ‘“‘ Oh, yes, I knew you again immediately, for since I saw you that day at the Earl of Desborough’s, I have thought of you often, very often.”’ The countenance of the young maiden became suddenly suffused with a deep blush as these words fell upon her ear; and she glanced timidly toward Mrs. Brace to ascertain whether she had overheard that delicate compliment, for such indeed it was, and uttered, too, in a tone so fervid and sincere, but accompanied with a manner so profoundly respectful and timidly deprecating, that even the pure- minded, innocent, and artless Rose Foster could not possibly take offence. But at the very moment when the maiden thus threw her rapid glance toward Mrs. Brace, Mr. Grumley, turning away from the window, accosted that lady, saying, “‘ P’raps it would be as well, ma’am, if you and me was to have a few minutes’ talk together, seeing as how that I must be off almost directly.”’ = Mrs. Brace accordingly rose from the seat which she had — occupied near the fire, and hastened to converse apart with Mr. Grumley in the window recess. “You may conceive, Miss Foster,’”’ now resumed the COMmMiclsoo