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Prince Rupert, whose folly so often lost what his courage had gained, having defeated Ireton and his horse, followed them from the field, while Cromwell with his superior numbers turned Sir Marmaduke Langdale's flank, and thereby turned the scale of victory.
"Mamma," whispered one of Lady Langdale's daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs. Dareville, "who is that gentleman that passed us just now?" "Which way?" "Towards the door. There now, mamma, you can see him. He is speaking to Lady Clonbrony to Miss Nugent now Lady Clonbrony is introducing him to Miss Broadhurst."
Prince Rupert, whose folly so often lost what his courage had gained, having defeated Ireton and his horse, followed them from the field, while Cromwell with his superior numbers turned Sir Marmaduke Langdale's flank, and thereby turned the scale of victory.
Your father often took him home in a chair to his lodgings; and has done as much for Parson Sterne in Bond Street, the famous wit. Of course, my good creature, you remember the Gordon Riots, and crying No Popery before Mr. Langdale's house, the Popish distiller's, and, that bonny fire of my Lord Mansfield's books in Bloomsbury Square? Bless us, what a heap of illuminations you have seen!
Such was the end of all my anxiety and labour in this affair. Langdale's clerk had learnt that he had no evidence to produce in his favour. I was obliged to remain in Bristol a few days longer in consequence of my illness; but as soon as I was able I reached London, when I attended a sitting of the committee after an absence of more than five months.
It was with a feeling of relief that she answered a tap that came at her door in the early dusk of the January morning; but she gave a start of surprise when she saw Mrs. Langdale enter. She started up on her elbow. "Oh, what is it? It has been a fearful night. Has something dreadful happened?" she cried. Mrs. Langdale's usually merry face was pale and quiet.
'Bless me! here is Lady Clonbrony come back. I thought she was gone half an hour ago! 'Mamma, whispered one of Lady Langdale's daughters, leaning between her mother and Mrs. Dareville, 'who is that gentleman that passed us just now? 'Which way? 'Towards the door. There now, mamma, you can see him. He is speaking to Lady Clonbrony to Miss Nugent.
Such was the end of all my anxiety and labour in this affair. Langdale's clerk had learnt that he had no evidence to produce in his favour. I was obliged to remain in Bristol a few days longer in consequence of my illness; but as soon as I was able I reached London, when I attended a sitting of the commitee after an absence of more than five months.
They pulled them ashore both living. But he was lost!" The composure suddenly forsook Mrs. Langdale's face. She hid it on Molly's pillow. "Oh, Molly, that darling boy!" she cried, with a burst of tears. "And they say he went to his death laughing." "He would," Molly said, in a strange voice. "I always knew he would." She lay back again.
Dareville. This lady's powers as a mimic were extraordinary, and she found them irresistible. Hitherto she had imitated Lady Clonbrony's air and accent only behind her back; but, bolder grown, she now ventured, in spite of Lady Langdale's warning pinches, to mimic her kind hostess before her face, and to her face.
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