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Can you explain it to me? Some good action of yours, I suppose, for which I am to be thanked." Lady Davenant looked at the letter. She had nothing to do with the matter, she said; but, on second thoughts, exclaimed, "This is Granville Beauclerc's doing, I am clear!"
In the first rush of Beauclerc's joy in Helen's cleared fame, he was ready to forgive all the deceit; yes, to forgive all; but it was such forgiveness as contempt can easily grant, which can hardly be received by any soul not lost to honour.
If she could have done as she liked, she would have relinquished all her engagements and sought his bedside at once. But fortunately perhaps she was bound, for many reasons, to sing at Lady Beauclerc's party. Madame della Scala and others would be injured in reputation, if not in pocket, should she fail to appear.
Whosoever of the male kind, young, and of ardent, not to say impatient, spirit, has ever been aided and abetted in a sudden whim, assisted, forwarded, above all, sympathised with, through all the changes and chances of a reigning fancy, may possibly conceive how charming, and more charming every hour, perhaps minute, Helen became in Beauclerc's eyes. But, all in the way of friendship observe.
Besides her sympathy in Helen's happiness, Cecilia was especially rejoiced at this letter, coming, as it did, the very day after her mother's return; for though she had written to Lady Davenant on Beauclerc's departure, and told her that he was gone only on Lord Beltravers' account, yet she dreaded that, when it came to speaking, her mother's penetration would discover that something extraordinary had happened.
Beauclerc was safe! safe! but under what circumstances? "And it was for me, I am sure," cried Helen, "I am sure it was for me! I was the cause! I am the cause of that man's death of Beauclerc's agony." For some time Helen had not power or thought for any other idea. The promise that they should hear as soon as they could learn any thing more of Mr.
Beauclerc's eyes, sometimes when she was speaking, or when she was singing, would stray to that part of the room where Miss Stanley might be; and when she was speaking to him, he was wonderfully absent.
This time she was determined not to take anything for granted, not to be so foolish as she had been with Mr. Churchill. "Is not that your boat that I see, rowing close?" "Yes, I believe certainly. Yes," said he. But now the vacillation of Beauclerc's mind suddenly ceased. Desperate, he stopped her, as she would have turned down that path to the landing-place where the boat was mooring.
Besides, after what Cecilia had said of her being safe; after all she had told her of Beauclerc's engagement, how astonished and shocked Cecilia would be!
Beauclerc's chamber was the "flower de luce." Barnabus Sturk, Esq. When I saw him here, half the length of the street away, I knew him and his name on the instant. I never forget things. 'But he don't remember you? 'No, smiled Blue-chin, looking at the float also. 'Two-and-twenty-years. How came it he was not summoned? 'He was under laudanum, and could tell nothing.
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