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In fact, if it had not been for the chances that threw him into Godolphin's hand afterwards, he would have gone to this manager with his play in the first place, and he went to him now, as soon as he was out of Godolphin's hands, not merely because he was the only manager he knew in the city, but because he believed in him as much as his rather sceptical temper permitted him to believe in any one, and because he believed he would give him at least an intelligent audience.
Godolphin was about one morning to depart for the convent to which Lucilla had flown, when a letter was brought to him from the abbess of the convent herself; it had followed him from Rome. Lucilla had left her retreat left it three days before Godolphin's marriage; the abbess knew not whither, but believed she intended to reside in Rome.
But she was rewarded when, with the grey dawn, he awoke, and, catching her tender and tearful gaze, flung himself upon her bosom, and bade God bless her for her love! A strange suspicion had entered Constance's mind, and for Godolphin's sake she resolved to put it to the proof. She drew her mantle round her stately figure, put on a large disguising bonnet, and repaired to Madame Liehbur's house.
She had a firm respect in Radclyffe's penetration and his sincerity, and knew that he was one neither to deceive her nor be deceived himself. His advice, too, came home to her. Had she, indeed, with sufficient address, sufficient softness, insinuated herself into Godolphin's nature? Neglected herself, had she not neglected in return?
Ah! where is that one person to been vied, could we read the heart? The actress had heard incidentally from Saville of Godolphin's attachment to the beautiful countess.
For one moment Godolphin's steed still shrunk back from the rushing tide: deep darkness was over the water; and the horseman saw not the height of the opposite banks. The shout of the gipsy sounded to his ear like the cry of the dead whom he had left: he dashed his heels into the sides of the reluctant horse, and was in the stream.
Constance sighed, but with pleasure, and pressed Godolphin's hand to her lips. And now they had gained the hill, a sudden colour flushed over Godolphin's cheek. "Surely," said he, "I remember this view. Yonder valley! This is not the road to Wendover Castle; this my father's home! the same, and not the same!" Yes!
In silence, and unconsciously, the strange and solitary spirit of the mystic had passed from its home in what exact instant of time, or by what last contest of nature, was not known. Let us pass over Godolphin's most painful task.
The servant who admitted her was Godolphin's favorite domestic; and he was amazed, but overjoyed, to see her; for Lucilla was the idol of all who knew her, save of him, whose love only she cared and lived for. His master, he said, was gone out for a short time, but the next day they were to have returned home.
Saville, the most seductive of tutors Saville who, in his wit; his bon ton, his control over the great world, seemed as a god to all less elevated and less aspiring, Saville was Godolphin's constant companion; and Saville was worse than a profligate he was a gambler!
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