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"They are the Duchess of Wyesdale and her daughter, the Lady Eveline Northingdon," answered Trevalyon, as Lady Esmondet bowed to other acquaintances. "The little Duchess, who is insane enough to think Lionel in love with her," thought his friend, remembering gay Mrs.
Eveline, equally surprised and disobliged by the depreciating catalogue of her apparel, replied to the last question with some spirit, "The mode may have altered, madam; but I only wear such garments as are now worn by those of my age and condition. For the poniard, may it please you, it is not many days since I regarded it as the last resource betwixt me and dishonour."
But in her new home, in a distant unknown country, it would not be like that. Then she would be married she, Eveline. People would treat her with respect then. She would not be treated as her mother had been. Even now, though she was over nineteen, she sometimes felt herself in danger of her father's violence. She knew it was that that had given her the palpitations.
"Un-worthy lady" he began in passion, then, checking himself, said calmly to the pursuivant, "Ye are witness that she hath admitted that the traitor is within that castle, ye are witness that, lawfully summoned, this Eveline Berenger refuses to deliver him up. Do your duty, Sir Pursuivant, as is usual in such cases."
I am in no shape worthy of your farther care, since I have no longer the swords of others at my disposal, and am totally unable for the present to draw my own." "And if you are generous enough to think of me in your own misfortunes, noble knight," answered Eveline, "can you suppose that I forget wherefore, and in whose rescue, these wounds were incurred?
But she comes, to answer for herself." Eveline entered at the moment, leaning on Rose's arm. She had laid aside mourning since the ceremony of the fiancailles, and was dressed in a kirtle of white, with an upper robe of pale blue. Her head was covered with a veil of white gauze, so thin, as to float about her like the misty cloud usually painted around the countenance of a seraph.
"Father, father, do not wound my heart afresh! I fear me now it will never heal!" "Eveline, child, you misunderstand me. God forbid that I should add to your sorrow; my only desire is to relieve and heal!" "May I indeed trust in my father? Oh, what a question to ask myself! Yet " "Yet what? Speak fully, and let us for once open our hearts to each other without reserve."
Eveline remarked, that, at their greeting, De Lacy looked with displeased surprise at the disarrangement of her dress and equipage, which her hasty departure from Baldringham had necessarily occasioned; and she was, on her part, struck with an expression of countenance which seemed to say, "I am not to be treated as an ordinary person, who may be received with negligence, and treated slightly with impunity."
But the wall was evidently a thin one, and on the immediate outside or other side were the persons, who were engaged in conversation. "I tell you what it is, Bill, I don't like this here bizness of runnin' off that gal a bit. I've been thinkin' the matter over, and the more I think, the more I don't like it." These were the first words that Eveline heard distinctly and connectedly.
"I would not alarm the castle unnecessarily," said Eveline, pausing, "or even break your father's needful slumbers, by a fancy of mine But hark I hear it again distinct amidst the intermitting sounds of the rushing water a low tremulous sound, mingled with a tinkling like smiths or armourers at work upon their anvils."
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