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"I wonder what your mamma will say of me when I go away to-morrow," said Lady Clandidlem to Margaretta, as they walked across the hall together. "She won't say that you are going to run away with any gentleman," said Margaretta. "At any rate not with the earl," said Lady Clandidlem. "Ha, ha, ha! Well, we are all very good-natured, are we not? The best is that it means nothing."
And yet he felt also that he was being caught, and that in ascending into the private domains of the countess he would be setting the seal upon his own captivity. Nevertheless, he went with a smiling face and a light step, Lady Margaretta ushering him the way. "Mamma," said she, "I have brought Mr Crosbie up to you. I did not know that you were here, Alexandrina, or I should have warned him."
"Her name is Margaretta Riston, and she is now living with an old aunt in Sycamore street." "Are you acquainted?" "Intimately." "Then be kind enough to introduce me forthwith. I must make a conquest of some rich heiress soon, or I shall have to run away, or petition for the benefit of the Insolvent Law." "To-night, if you choose." "Very well let it be to-night. There is no time to be lost."
And yet Lady Dumbello had been simply the daughter of a country parson, of a clergyman who had reached no higher rank than that of an archdeacon. "How wonderfully well that woman has educated her," the countess said that evening in her dressing-room, to Margaretta. The woman alluded to was Mrs Grantly, the wife of the parson and mother of Lady Dumbello.
"Just as eloquent as you are, Frank," said the Lady Margaretta. "And as good a carver," said Patience. "Miss Bateson has lost her heart to him for ever, because of his carving," said the Lady Margaretta. "But perfection never repeats itself," said Patience. "Well, you see, I have not got any brothers," said Frank; "so all I can do is to sacrifice myself."
"Has Sir Alexander no children?" "He has a daughter an only daughter, a fair, fragile girl of sixteen; the noblest, the most disinterested of her sex; a creature as talented as she is beautiful. Margaretta Moncton is destined to be the wife of her cousin Theophilus." "Does he love her?" "How can you ask that question, knowing the man, and after having read the note addressed to your uncle?"
This five-franc piece I have now; I have bought it of the cause for five dollars, and am going to make a hole in it and hang it round Charley's neck as a medal. "I have just completed arrangements for leaving the girls at a Protestant boarding-school while I go to Rome. "We expect to start the 1st of February, and my direction will be, E. Bartholimeu, 108 Via Margaretta." After leaving Paris Mrs.
On the next evening, a quiet, intelligent, and modest-looking young man called in, and spent an hour or two with Margaretta and her aunt. He did not present so imposing and showy an exterior as did Mr. Smith, but his conversation had in it far more substance and real common sense. After he had retired, Margaretta said
My word is passed, and I would suffer any thing rather than break my word." "You will suffer your heart to be broken, if you do not." "Time will prove that!" and Margaretta tossed her head with a kind of mock defiance. "Have you fixed your wedding day?" the aunt asked after a few moments' silence. "Not yet. But Mr. Smith wants to be married in three weeks." "In three weeks!"
"She was of a good family in England; Henry the Eighth was in love with her sister and her mother, and it has been even suspected by some, that she was his daughter; she came to France with Henry the Seventh's sister, who married Louis XII that Princess, who was full of youth and gallantry, left the Court of France with great reluctance after her husband's death; but Anne Boleyn, who had the same inclinations as her mistress, could not prevail with herself to go away; the late King was in love with her, and she continued maid of honour to Queen Claude; that Queen died, and Margaretta, the King's sister, Duchess of Alenson, and since Queen of Navarre, whose story you know, took her into her service, where she imbibed the principles of the new religion; she returned afterwards to England, and there charmed all the world; she had the manners of France, which please in all countries; she sung well, she danced finely; she was a maid of honour to Queen Catherine, and Henry the Eighth fell desperately in love with her.
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