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"Well, and where's my where's Mr. Richard? yer husband, my dear?" Mrs. Berry turned from her tale to question. "Did you expect to see him here?" said Lucy, in a broken voice. "And where else, my love? since he haven't been seen in London a whole fortnight." Lucy did not speak. "We will dismiss the Emperor Julian till to-morrow, I think," said Lord Mountfalcon, rising and bowing.

Let him just say he regrets it. Now, sir," the nobleman spoke with considerable earnestness, "should anything happen I have the honour to be known to Mrs. Feverel and I beg you will tell her. I very particularly desire you to let her know that I was not to blame." Mountfalcon rang the bell, and bowed him out.

"How strange men are!" thought Lucy. "He had some unhappy secret." Tom Bakewell, who had a habit of coming into the room on various pretences during the nobleman's visits, put a stop to the revelation, if his lordship intended to make any. When they were alone again, Lucy said, smiling: "Do you know, I am always ashamed to ask you to begin to read." Mountfalcon stared.

Peter, tired of his journeys to and fro, urged him to press the business. Lord Mountfalcon was wiser, or more scrupulous, than his parasite. Almost every evening he saw Lucy. The inexperienced little wife apprehended no harm in his visits. Moreover, Richard had commended her to the care of Lord Mountfalcon, and Lady Judith. Lady Judith had left the Island for London: Lord Mountfalcon remained.

Peter was salaried by his Lordship, and that, in common with that of Parasite, he exercised the ancient companion profession. This the world said, and still smiled at the Hon. Peter; for he was an engaging fellow, and where he went not Lord Mountfalcon would not go. They had a quiet little hotel dinner, ordered by Adrian, and made a square at the table, Ripton Thompson being the fourth.

He didn't even do it for a woman." "For a woman!" cried Lucy. "What man would for a woman?" "I would." "You, Lord Mountfalcon?" "Yes. I'd turn Catholic to-morrow." "You make me very unhappy if you say that, my lord." "Then I'll unsay it." Lucy slightly shuddered. She put her hand upon the bell to ring for lights. "Do you reject a convert, Mrs. Feverel?" said the nobleman. "Oh yes! yes! I do.

So she rose to fetch the book, laid it open on the table at his lordship's elbow, and quietly waited to ring for candles when he should be willing to commence. That evening Lord Mountfalcon could not get himself up to the farce, and he felt a pity for the strangely innocent unprotected child with anguish hanging over her, that withheld the words he wanted to speak, or insinuate.

Lucy, half-laughing, but in dreadful concern, begged the noble lord to excuse the woful mistake. "Extremely flattered, highly favoured, I'm sure;" said his lordship, re- arranging his disconcerted moustache; "may I beg the pleasure of an introduction?" "My husband's dear old nurse Mrs. Berry," said Lucy, taking her hand to lend her countenance. "Lord Mountfalcon, Mrs. Berry." Mrs.

"What do they say in town?" he asked again. Brayder said the sole question was, whether it was maid, wife, or widow. "I'll go to her this evening," Mountfalcon resumed, after to judge by the cast of his face reflecting deeply. "I'll go to her this evening. She shall know what infernal torment she makes me suffer." "Do you mean to say she don't know it?" "Hasn't an idea thinks me a friend.

She offered to have the candles brought in. He begged her to allow the room to remain as it was. "I have something to say to you," he observed with a certain solemnity. "Yes to me?" said Lucy, quickly. Lord Mountfalcon knew he had a great deal to say, but how to say it, and what it exactly was, he did not know.