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He then, without waiting for a reply, covered his convulsed features with his handkerchief. The baronet's agitation, which now shook him like an earthquake, became contagious. Thaddeus gazed at him with a palsying uncertainty in his heart; laying his hand on his bewildered brain, he answered, "I know not; yet I fear I must believe him to be the Earl of Tinemouth. But here is his picture."
He is now retired to seek some rest, after the new anguish of having witnessed the almost sudden death of Lady Tinemouth. Should I have to tell him that he is to lose me too-but I cannot add more. Your own heart, my father, must tell you that my soul is on the rack until I have an answer to this letter."
Somerset in Poland, and the consequent events of that momentous period. Lady Tinemouth wept over the distressful fate that marked the residue of his narrative with a tenderness which yet more endeared her to his soul.
My mother wanted me to gallant her up the hill; but I would see her in the river first!" "Shafto!" answered Pembroke, rising from his chair, "you cannot be speaking of Lady Tinemouth?" "Efaith I am," roared he; "and if she be such a scamp as to live without a carriage, I won't be her lackey for nothing.
Such confounders of degrees ought to be degraded from the rank they disgrace. I understand his chief protectress is Lady Tinemouth; his second, Lady Sara Ross, who, by way of passant le temps, shows she is not quite inconsolable at the absence of her husband." Lascelles, I know not what you mean.
"Your house will be my paradise!" exclaimed the count, with an expressiveness to the force of which he did not immediately attend. Lady Tinemouth smiled. "I must warn you here, too," cried she. "Miss Egerton must not be the deity of your paradise. She is already under engagements." Thaddeus blushed at being mistaken, and wished to explain himself. "You misunderstand me, madam.
"I declare, Sophia, you are a very daring girl. What do you not risk by giving way to this satirical spirit?" "Not anybody's love that I value, Lady Tinemouth: you know that I never daub a fair character; Mr. Constantine takes me on your credit; and if you mean Charles Montresor, he is as bad as myself, and dare not for his life have any qualms."
Thaddeus, whose conjectures were now wrought almost to wildness, followed him, and whilst his exhausted frame was ready to sink to the earth, he implored him to speak. "Sir Robert," cried he, "if you know anything of my family, if you know anything of my father, I beseech you to answer me. Or only tell me: am I so wretched as to be the son of Lord Tinemouth?"
"She is better, though confined to her bed," replied Euphemia, speaking before her companion could open her lips; "and, indeed, poor Mary and myself have been such close nurses, my mother insisted on our walking out to-day." "And Lady Tinemouth," returned Thaddeus, again addressing Miss Beaufort, "of course she went alone?"
And ringing the bell, she rose. "Bless me, Lady Sara!" cried Miss Egerton, "you are not going? Don't you hear that it is little more than eight o'clock?" Busying herself in tying her cloak, Lady Sara affected not to hear her, and told the servant who opened the door to order her carriage. Surprised at this precipitation, but far from guessing the cause, Lady Tinemouth requested Mr.
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