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Afterwards, when the picture was found, which circumstance Thornton communicated to him, along with that of the threatening letter sent by Glanville to the deceased, which was discovered in Tyrrell's pocket-book, Dawson recovered courage; and justice being entirely thrown on a wrong scent, he managed to pass his examination without suspicion.

L'Art de se Promener a Cheval. My cabriolet was at the door, and I was preparing to enter, when I saw a groom managing, with difficulty, a remarkably fine and spirited horse. "It was not to be disposed of," was the answer, "and it belonged to Sir Reginald Glanville." The name thrilled through me: I drove after the groom, and inquired Sir Reginald Glanville's address. Pall Mall.

"We are all," said Glanville, with a faint smile, "we are all, in the words of the true old proverb, 'children of a larger growth.'Our first toy is love our second, display, according as our ambition prompts us to exert it. Some place it in horses some in honours, some in feasts, and some voici un exemple in furniture.

"I have already heard of your speech," said I. Glanville smiled with the usual faint and sicklied expression, which made his smile painful even in its exceeding sweetness. "You have also already seen its effects; the excitement was too much for me." "It must have been a proud moment when you sat down," said I. "It was one of the bitterest I ever felt it was fraught with the memory of the dead.

"This," replied the third; and coming up to Glanville, she addressed him, to my great astonishment, in terms of the most hyperbolical panegyric. "Your work is wonderful! wonderful!" said she. "Oh! quite quite!" echoed the other two. "I can't say," recommenced the Coryphoea, "that I like the moral at least not quite; no, not quite." "Not quite," repeated her coadjutrices.

But during the last few days or so Jack had become engaged to Miss Glanville, the daughter of old Glanville, of South African fame, and as a love-sick swain I naturally expected to see very little of him, until after the wedding at any rate.

While he was pocketing the money, which he did with the most unequivocal delight, a tall figure passed us rapidly. We both turned at the same instant, and recognised Glanville.

Glanville replied in the affirmative, and we went at once to Lady Glanville's, in Berkeley-square. We were admitted into his mother's boudoir. She was alone with Miss Glanville. Our conversation soon turned from common-place topics to those of a graver nature; the deep melancholy of Glanville's mind imbued all his thoughts when he once suffered himself to express them.

Three days later a messenger rode at midnight to the gate of the palace where the king lay ill, worn out by suffering and fatigue for which the doctors had applied their usual remedy of bleeding. He forced his way to the door of the king's bedchamber. "Who art thou?" cried the king, suddenly startled from sleep. "I am the servant of Ranulf de Glanville, and I come to bring good tidings."

What are all honours to me now? O God! O God! have mercy upon me!" And Glanville stopped suddenly, and put his hand to his temples. By this time Thornton had joined us. When Glanville's eyes rested upon him, a deep hectic rose slowly and gradually over his cheeks. Thornton's lip curled with a malicious expression. Glanville marked it, and his brow grew on the moment as black as night.