The Mysteries of the Court of London — page 380: what you’re looking at

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That such had indeed been the case he was now the more convinced, on calling to mind certain other little incidents that had occurred on the same even- ing. And what werethey? First, he had thought to meet his wife in the hall when the carriage came back; but she whom he then took to be his wife, had flitted past him, rushed up-stairs, and disappeared from his view. Almost immediately after, be it recollected, he had seen her whom he took for Ger- trude hastening up the stairs, and overtaking her he had again addressed some words to her—but she had broken away and bounded up the stairs. This second equivoque, as it then happened, and as he now read it, appeared entirely confirmatory of the fact that the lady and the lady’s-maid had changed apparel on the memorable evening alluded to, and that he had in reality taken Gertrude for his wife and his wife for Gertrude! All these recollections and the construction which he now put upon the incidents themselves, were the subject of not more than a few moments’ reflection, though we have taken several minutes to recapitulate the circumstances and make the explanation appa- rent to the reader. To the Earl it was speedily clear as daylight: he saw it all—understood it all; for the complete clue to those incidents of the past was now afforded by the startling exposure of the intrigues of the present ! Gertrude, who was kneeling at his feet, had no dif- ficulty in understanding from the varied though rapid expression which swept over his countenance, what was passing in his mind: and now the keen sense of all the tremendous dangers which threatened her mistress, inspired the girl, who neither lacked heroism nor artfulness, with a resolution to save her if possible. “Oh! my lord,” she exclaimed, rising from her knees, but still maintaining her hands clasped ; “ for- give me—pardon me—if I have dared to assume a dress belonging to her ladyship! I know that it was very wrong—most arrogant and presumptuous on my part “ Ah! Miss Gertrude,” interrupted the Earl, with a bitter irony in his accents; “ the artifice is inge- nious, but it will not succeed. ’Tis true that you might have borrowed the Countess’s dress: but how came the Countess’s carriage to bring you home from Lady Lechmere’s ?” Thus speaking, with a voice and look showing that he was not to be deceived, he pushed hastily by the discomfited girl, and seized upon Edith’s writing- desk which stood upon a table. On the former oc- casion when he had searched that desk, be it remem-~ bered, one of his own keys fitted it; and he now therefore had no difficulty in opening the desk again. “ Her ladyship is lost!” thought Gertrude within herself, as in cruel alarm she contemplated the Earl’s proceeding: for the abigail was pretty well assured that the desk would furnish proofs of her ladyship’s amours. Resolved to save the Countess, however, at any risk, and indeed at any sacrifice if it were possible, Gertrude advanced up to the table; and seizing her noble master’s hand, she said in a low deep tone, “I conjure your lordship not to con- summate this outrage against your innocent wife, nor give way to any suspicions which my folly and indiscretion may have excited!” The Earl was too much tortured by the pangs of jealousy to experience any flaming up of a sensual passion, through the contact of that soft warm hand which was thus purposely placed in contact with his own: but looking up, he met the earnest and imploring gaze which the pretty abigail’s dark eyes fixed upon him, Then suddenly recollecting that on the former occasion of his suspicions being awakened against his wife, he had resolved to win over Gertrude to his interest if possible — and therefore seizing the present opportunity, —he suddenly took both her hands in his own, and as- suming a tender look, said, “ My dear girl, you are deep in the confidence of your mistress: tell me everything, and I swear that I will always be your friend. I will never desert you—I will place you in a comfortable position, and will bestow upon you as much of my love as it is in my nature to expe- rience or be able to give.” Thus speaking, he drew Gertrude towards him and passed his arm around her waist. The young woman not only suffered herself to be thus treated with a tenderness that might not probably stop there, but actually encouraged him to take farther advantage of the opportunity, the circumstances, and the hour: for she pressed closer to him, gazing up into his countenance with looks that at first only simulated an amorous feeling, but speedily began to swim with the wanton lan- gour of really nascent desires. Indeed, when first she placed her hand in contact with that of the Earl, it was as a provocative to his passions—the execution of a sudden resolve to throw herself in as a means of diverting his attention from the pursuit on which it was fixed, and thus by her own sacrifice endeavour to save the Countess. At the same time, it must be confessed that Gertrude’s sense of virtue was not very strong, inasmuch as she could so readily make up her mind to immolate her own honour in the hope of screening that of her mistress. . “Well, what reply do you mean to give me?” asked the nobleman, now pressing his lips to her’s, “Will you transfer your devotion from the Countess to me? will you, in fact, give me your love and become worthy of mine? ‘Tell me, Ger- trude—what am I to expect from you ?—what will you do ?” “ My lord, my lord,” she murmured, now seeking as it were to nestle inhis bosom, “I have nothing to reveal that could in any way compromise her ladyship. But come—let us leave this boudoir— and if you wish, I will accompany you to your own Go 0)(0)(0) (C S COL