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The fair Lydia had the mortification of hearing him tell one of the grooms to put him into a close carriage, where he could have a nap on his way home. Reginald Eversleigh took the lordling's seat in the barouche, which was the first in the line of carriages for the homeward journey, in spite of Honoria's entreaties to Victor Carrington.
Lady Eversleigh went at once to her rooms in Percy Street, and Mr. Andrew Larkspur betook himself to certain haunts, in which he expected to glean some information. That he was not entirely unsuccessful will appear from his subsequent conversation with Lady Eversleigh. After an absence, in reality short, but which, to her suspense and impatience appeared of endless duration, Mr.
These two gentlemen had just arrived at the castle, and the elder of the two requested the favour of an interview with his uncle's widow. She was seated in one of the apartments which had been allotted to her especial use when she arrived, a proud and happy bride, from her brief honeymoon tour. It was the spacious morning-room which had been sacred to the late Lady Eversleigh, Sir Oswald's mother.
Reginald Eversleigh contemplated her with a feeling of murderous hatred, as he took his place at some little distance from her seat. The evidence of Mr. Missenden was to the effect that Sir Oswald Eversleigh had died from the effects of a subtle and little-known poison.
This partly imposed on him the necessity of seeking Miss Eversleigh, who, having withdrawn to the other end of the room, was turning over the leaves of an album. As Randolph joined her, she said, without looking up, "Is Miss Avondale a friend of yours?" The question was so pertinent to his reflections at the moment that he answered impulsively, "I really don't know."
"Have you given orders about the carriage?" "Yes, I have given all necessary orders." No more was said. Victor handed Lady Eversleigh into the vehicle, and drove away slowly while they were still on the edge of the wood; but accelerating his pace as they emerged upon the moorland. "It is an elopement!" exclaimed Miss Graham, whose astonishment was unbounded. "It is an elopement!
Randolph frankly returned that Miss Eversleigh had written to him, and that he would be glad to present himself. Nothing more was said, but as the days passed he could not help noticing that, in proportion as Mr. Dingwall's manner became more stiff and ceremonious, Mr.
"Since you refuse to assist in my return, I will go alone and unassisted," she said. Victor raised his hand with a warning gesture. "Do not attempt to descend that staircase, my dear Lady Eversleigh," he said. "In the first place, the steps are slippery, and the descent very dangerous; and, in the next, you would find yourself unable to go beyond the archway." "What do you mean?"
A savage fury filled his soul as he thought of Honoria. "This will has been destroyed by the one person most interested in its destruction," he cried. "Who can doubt now that my uncle was poisoned, and the will destroyed by the same person? and who can doubt that person to be Lady Eversleigh?" "My dear sir," exclaimed Mr. Ashburne, "this really will not do.
That has turned up at Murford Haven, thirty miles from here; though how the man who stole Miss Eversleigh can have got there without leaving a single trace behind him is more than I can understand." "At Murford Haven! my darling has been taken to Murford Haven!" cried Honoria. "So I conclude, my lady, by the coverlet turning up there," replied Mr. Larkspur.
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