The Mysteries of London; or, Revelations of the British Metropolis — page 153: what you’re looking at

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oF LONDON, 151i only a poor gentleman. My eye giass cost me two guineas, I bought it in Paris,in the rue Richelieu —Richelieu-street,my lady. But that is not the most melancholy affair of the day. Lam speaking seriously, and I know that it is one would interest you. Ah! there’s the dear marquis, I had not . observed him. How do you find yourself; my dear sir, pray tell me ? You make me quite uneasy, sir, said Lady Campbell. What is the melancholy affair you were speaking of ? Oh! ah; I had forgotten, But you, perhaps, are already informed of it, as the dear marquis is here. No! then I shall have the advantage of being the first to communicate it. It relates to dear Frank—F rank Percival, madam. From the commencement of the opera, or rather we should say, since the ball of the preceding evening, Mary Trevor had been overcome by a de- greé of torpor which rendered her almost insensi- ble to all that passed around her. She had main- tained, during the whole of the evening, s gloomy silence; and the presence of Rio Santo even, had not produced the slightest effect, or removed the apathetic feeling that hadovercome her. Lady Campbell had imagined that she was merely indis- posed,and paid her every attention im her Lig cai 4 but this was unheeded by Miss Trevor. | When the Viseount de Lantures Luces pro- nounced the name of Frank Percival, he must have been amazed at the effect which it preduced.. Rio _Santo shrunk like asleeping lion stung suddenly by wasp, Lady Campbell’s wonted smile gave place toa threatening frown; Miss Trevor suddenly ee cComichooks:com