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Helen was amused, as she followed her, in watching the readiness with which she knew how to exchange the necessary counters in the commerce of society: she was amused, till her attention was distracted by hearing, as she and Beauclerc passed, the whispered words "I promessi sposi look La belle fiancee."
"Oh, my dear Cecilia, do tell me at once what it is you mean." "I mean, that Granville Beauclerc, like all men of genius, has acted like the greatest fool." "What has he done?" "He is absolutely you must look upon him in future as a married man." Helen was delighted. Cecilia could form no farther schemes on her account, and she felt relieved from all her awkwardness.
With such nice casuistry she went on pretty well; and besides, she was so innocent so ignorant, that it was easy for her to be deceived. She went on, telling herself that she loved Beauclerc as a brother as she loved the general. But when she came to comparisons, she could not but perceive a difference.
Lady Cecilia now called upon each to name the man among the celebrated of modern days, whom they should most liked to have seen. By acclamation they all named Sir Walter Scott, 'The Ariosto of the North! All but Beauclerc; he did not join the general voice; he said low to Helen with an air of disgust "How tired I am of hearing him called 'The Ariosto of the North!"
"Then I must not think of it. I must go must I, Miss Stanley? Will not you listen to me, Helen? Advise me; let me open my heart to you as a friend." She stopped under the shady tree beneath which they were passing, and, leaning against it, she repeated, "As a friend but, no, no, Mr. Beauclerc no; I am not the friend you should consult consult the general, your guardian."
Like one suddenly awakened from the trance of enthusiasm by the cold touch of ridicule, stood Beauclerc, brought down from heaven to earth, and by that horrid little laugh, not the heart's laugh. "But my being ridiculous does not make my cause so, and that is a comfort."
She asked again the name of Mr. Beauclerc's second? "Lord Beltravers," the general repeated with a forcible accent, and loosening his neck-cloth with his finger, he added, "Rascal! as I always told Beauclerc that he was, and so he will find him too late." Except this exacerbation, the general was calmly reserved in speech, and Mrs.
"Not in this case," cried Beauclerc; "you cannot mean I hope." "I can answer for one, the daughter at least," said Lady Davenant; "that Mad. de St. Cimon, whom we saw abroad, at Florence, you know, Cecilia, with whom I would not let you form an acquaintance." "Your ladyship was quite right," said the general. Beauclerc could not say, "Quite wrong," and he looked suffering.
I was conscious that certain feelings in my mind were too strong, in me, you would scarcely believe it too tender. I had no reason to think that Granville Beauclerc liked me; it was therefore utterly unfit that I should think of him: I felt this, I left Clarendon Park, and from that moment I have refused myself the pleasure of his society, I have altogether ceased to think of him.
Then came some evidence, curious but quite clear, to show that the Charles Archer who had died at Florence was not the Charles Archer who had murdered Beauclerc, but a gentleman who had served in the army, and had afterwards been for two years in Italy, in the employment of a London firm who dealt in works of art, and was actually resident in Italy at the time when the Newmarket murder occurred, and that the attempt to represent him as the person who had given evidence against the late Lord Dunoran was an elaborate and cunning contrivance of the prisoner at the bar.
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