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Before the story proceeds any further it is necessary to give an account of the Earl and of Lady Blessington, since both of their careers had been, to say the least, unusual. Lord Blessington was an Irish peer for whom an ancient title had been revived. He was remotely descended from the Stuarts of Scotland, and therefore had royal blood to boast of.
"Well, you didn't see it, so you can't know how grand it looked," Patricia replied, and as that was quite true, Reginald had nothing to say. Lola Blessington sat beside Nancy, and many of the older guests watched the two as they talked together, and thought how charming they were, and how very unlike.
"Well, an old diplomat told me the other day," said Lord Fontenoy but with a cold unwillingness, as though he disliked the subject "that she was the most beautiful woman, he thought, that had been seen in London since Lady Blessington's time." "Lady Blessington! dear, dear! Lady Blessington!" said Lady Tressady with malicious emphasis an unfortunate comparison, don't you think?
"Will you permit me to examine the portrait and envelopes, Colonel?" resumed Captain Blessington: "I feel almost confident, although I confess I have no other motive for it than what springs from a recollection of the manner of the Indian, that the result will bear me out in my belief the bearer came not in hostility but in friendship."
A small page admitted us, and we began at once to ascend the broad, well-carpeted stair. But a singular interruption brought us to a standstill. The light at the top was suddenly whisked out, and from the darkness came a reedy, quivering voice. "I have a pistol," it cried. "I give you my word that I'll fire if you come any nearer." "This really grows outrageous, Mr. Blessington," cried Dr.
"The portrait, Charles; what have you done with the portrait?" exclaimed Captain Blessington, actuated by a sudden recollection, and with a trepidation in his voice and manner that spoke volumes of despair to the younger De Haldimar. "This is our only hope of solving the mystery. Quick, give me the portrait, if you have it."
"By my faith, I quite agree with Blessington," said Captain Erskine; "for, in addition to the manner of the Indian, there is another evidence in favour of his position. Was it merely intended in the light in which you consider it, Colonel, the case or the miniature itself might have been returned, but certainly not the metal in which it is set.
As he had hoped, Blessington's eyes turned in the same direction. "'Twill smooth matters," he repeated, "smooth them in in a domestic way that I can't explain." The shot told. Blessington looked round. "Right, sir!" he said. "You may leave it to me," And before Loder could speak again he had turned and disappeared into the crowd. His business with Blessington over, Loder breathed more freely.
Oh, Blessington," pursued the sensitive and affectionate young officer, "I should vainly attempt to paint all that passed in my mind at that dreadful moment. Nothing but the depth of my despair gave me strength to support the scene throughout. I saw the frantic and half-naked woman glide like a phantom past the troops, dividing the air with the rapidity of thought.
I shall be with Lady Blessington the last day of the present month. But in general its poetry is very indifferent. With best regards to the ladies, "I am ever, my dear sir, "Yours most sincerely, The following, dated merely "Gore House, Sunday morning," was written, or at least posted, on the 14th May, 1838.
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