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Cosway apologized for disturbing him, and entered into conversation as an act of politeness. "A brilliant assembly to-day, sir." The stout gentleman replied by an inarticulate sound something between a grunt and a cough. "And a splendid house and grounds," Cosway continued. The stout gentleman repeated the inarticulate sound. Cosway began to feel amused. Was this curious old man deaf and dumb?

Nor could she bide it a moment longer, but hurried out with her lace handkerchief to her eyes, saying as she went, "How shall I bear it! How shall I bear it!" She also had for me a pair of silver-mounted pistols, and an enamelled locket with my mother's ever dear face within, done for her when my mother was in England by the famous painter of miniatures, Mr. Cosway.

"Do you wish for any further explanation?" asked Miss Benshaw. "One thing more," he replied. "Does Adela know of this?" "No," said Miss Benshaw; "it is left to you to tell her." There was a moment of silence. Cosway looked at the lamp. Once roused, as usual with men of his character, his temper was not to be trifled with.

<b>COSWAY, MARIA</b>. The artist known by this name was born Maria Hadfield, the daughter of an Englishman who acquired a fortune as a hotel-keeper in Leghorn, which was Maria's birthplace. She was educated in a convent, and early manifesting unusual artistic ability, was sent to Rome to study painting.

This gentleman was now subjected to the delicately directed system of investigation which had failed with his friend. With unruffled composure he referred the ladies, one after another, to Mr. Cosway. His name was Stone. The ladies decided that his nature was worthy of his name.

Atherton was still considering how he could most kindly and delicately suggest to Cosway that it was time to say good-by, an empty carriage arrived at the villa. A note from Mr. Restall was delivered to Mrs. Atherton, thanking her with perfect politeness for her kindness to his daughter. "Circumstances," he added, "rendered it necessary that Miss Restall should return home that afternoon."

Your friend, in spite of appearances, Louisa Margery." How infamously they had all misjudged this excellent woman! Cosway went to the party a grateful, as well as a happy man. The first persons known to him, whom he discovered among the crowd of strangers, were the Athertons. They looked, as well they might, astonished to see him. Fidelity to Mrs.

The Regent abandoned his buff and blue friends, looked coldly upon his whilom political companions: withdrawing his favour from Cosway among the rest. The painter troubled himself little about the matter. He was too proud or too indifferent to make any effort to regain the royal patronage.

The Fourth Epoch in Mr. Cosway's Life. The separation had lasted for nearly two years, when Cosway and Stone paid that visit to the country house which is recorded at the outset of the present narrative. In the interval nothing had been heard of Miss Restall, except through Mr. Atherton. He reported that Adela was leading a very quiet life.

Be a man, and hear what is your right and duty to know. After that, if you like, we will never refer to the woman again." Cosway took his hand, in silent acknowledgment that he was right. They sat down together. Stone began. "She is so entirely shameless," he said, "that I had no difficulty in getting her to speak.

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