The Works of George W. M. Reynolds — page 30: what you’re looking at

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LETTICE RODNEY | 13 ‘In what, my lord?” asked Amy, somewhat indignantly. ““T am an accomplice in nothing wrong.”’ “Be not offended,’’ was Marchmont’s hasty response. “You will make allowances for me — you will pity me, when you learn the frightiul truth.” “What is it my lord?” she demanded. ‘‘ Your mistress, Amy,” rejoined Marchmont, now forcing himself to speak in accents of deep, concentrated bitter- ness, — “‘ your mistress is unfaithful to me.”’ “No, my lord,” replied Amy, firmly and indignantly. “ Ah! I do not blame you for thus thinking so well of her Grace. Good heavens! that such profligacy should be concealed by so much apparent meekness! Alas, it is too true, Amy, or else my eyes must have strangely deceived me. But tell me — for I notice not such things generally — what kind of a dress was it that your mistress had on this evening? Was it such a one?” and the duke gave some explanations. “Yes, my lord; that was seiginty the dress,’’ responded Amy Sutton. a But it is impossible — ”’ : ‘“T tell you it is but too true,’’ ejaculated the duke, in a tone of passionate vehemence. ‘‘ I was proceeding to my own chamber, the taper accidentally went out, at that moment I heard light footsteps proceeding with unmistakable stealth- iness along the passage. A suspicion that there was some- - thing wrong induced me to hide in a doorway and watch — ”’ ‘“‘ And then, my lord? ’’ said Amy Sutton. “And then I beheld your mistress proceed along that corridor, and she entered — good heavens! that I should have harboured such a villain — she entered, I tell you, the miscreant Stanhope’s chamber.”’ Naturally cold and unexcitable though Amy Sutton was, she could not help being startled by this intelligence, and when she gazed into the duke’s countenance — on which the starlight beamed through the window — she thought she read in his looks, which seemed wild and haggard, the fullest confirmation of the tale. Nevertheless, she said, after a few minutes’ silence, ‘‘ It must be a mistake, my lord. Some other female — ”’ “ But the dress, Amy? How could I possibly be mistaken? The light pouring in through the casement at the end of the corridor showed me the dress. It is true that your mistress GOmiilGaooks (SO)