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"Assuredly; through the Duke of Haverfield." "Humph! Cecile, my love, that young man is not fit to be the acquaintance of my friend: allow me to strike him from your list." "Certainly, certainly!" said La Meronville, hastily; and stooping as if to pick up a fallen glove, though, in reality, to hide her face from Lord Borodaile's searching eye, the letter she had written fell from her bosom.

Will you hear the letter? ..... This is the motley-minded gentleman that I have before met in the forest. As You Like It. A morning or two after the conversation with which our last chapter concluded, Clarence received the following letter from the Duke of Haverfield:

You will believe this; for you know that, like Callythorpe, I never flatter. Farewell for the present. Sincerely yours, HAVERFIELD. Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself?

The clock had just struck the hour of twelve when a knock at the door announced a visitor. Steps were heard on the stairs and presently a tap at Clarence's room-door. He unlocked it and the Duke of Haverfield entered. "I am charmed to find you at home," cried the duke, with his usual half kind, half careless address.

He soon left us, and after the Opera I saw him with the Duke of Haverfield, one of the most incorrigible roues of the day, leading out a woman of notoriously bad character and of the most ostentatious profligacy.

"Assuredly; through the Duke of Haverfield." "Humph! Cecile, my love, that young man is not fit to be the acquaintance of my friend: allow me to strike him from your list." "Certainly, certainly!" said La Meronville, hastily; and stooping as if to pick up a fallen glove, though, in reality, to hide her face from Lord Borodaile's searching eye, the letter she had written fell from her bosom.

You will believe this; for you know that, like Callythorpe, I never flatter. Farewell for the present. Sincerely yours, HAVERFIELD. Q. Eliz. Shall I be tempted of the devil thus? K. Rich. Ay, if the devil tempt thee to do good. Q. Eliz. Shall I forget myself to be myself?