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

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ee rr - a THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. SED Sul ff EEN SH CU ie iN i; Fil « her on the previous day. Asingle candle was burn- ing upon the table, but-so dimly that it made the place look so gloomy as at first to send a very unpleasant sensation thrilling through the entire form of the young nobleman. “Well, what news?” he hastened to demand, fixing his eyes upon the woman. “T told you that I should have some favourable intelligence to report,” she at once answered. “But sit down and listen to me.” Saxondale had been drinking pretty freely, ac- cording to his wont, ere he quitted the dining-table to keep his present appointment ; and his transient fears at finding himself in that gloomy-looking | place, now vanished ina moment. He accordincly | sat down, already inspired with hope and rekindling passion at the encouraging words which the woman had uttered. . | “Last evening,” she resumed, “I managed to get into conversation with the lady’s-maid down at NO. 7.—TUILD SERIES. 49 it N Aint \ i in Evergreen Villa; and finding that she was natu. rally talkative, I began to draw her out. Without tellmg you everything that took place, or how I wormed myself into her confidence, I may at once proceed to state that I told her how an elegant and rich young gentleman was very desperately in love with her mistress. The lady’s-maid grew deeply in- terested on hearing this: for she no doubt at once saw a rich harvest of bribes for herself. So we pretty soon began to understand each other. She told me that her mistress belongs to the Opera——” “To be sure—I knew that already,” exclaimed Saxondale. “ But still I am glad to find the thing confirmed in this way, and that it is really she who does live there; so that there can be no mistake about it. But goon. What next did the maid tell you about her charming mistress ?” “Tn the first place, that she sees very little eom- pany,” continued the woman,—“ only a few friends connected with the Opera; that she regularly walks | — EO JOO (C <S) (CO)