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Seeing he was unnoticed, Wyvil gained the landing, and treading softly, placed his ear at every door, until at last the musical accents of Amabel convinced him he had hit upon the right one. His heart beat so violently that, for a few seconds, he was unable to move. Becoming calmer, he tried the door, and finding it locked, rapped with his knuckles against it.
Some of the girls laughed. One of them the hungry girl who had counted the strokes of the clock took Francine's part. "Never mind their laughing, Miss de Sor. You are quite right, you have good reason to complain of us." Miss de Sor dried her eyes. "Thank you whoever you are," she answered briskly. "My name is Cecilia Wyvil," the other proceeded.
Making sure it was Maurice Wyvil, though he could not distinguish the garb of the person that side of the street being in the shade and stung by jealousy, he immediately started in pursuit.
He looked after Sir Jervis Redwood's flighty housekeeper, completely forgetting the purpose which had brought him thus far on the way to his lodgings. Before Mrs. Rook was out of sight, Alban Morris was following her back to the school. Miss De Sor and Miss Wyvil were still sitting together under the trees, talking of the murder at the inn. "And is that really all you can tell me?" said Francine.
Wyvil of natural capacity for playing on an instrument and, for twenty years past, it had been the pride and delight of his heart to let no day of his life go by without practicing on the violin. "I am sure I must be tiring you," he said politely after having played without mercy for an hour and more. No: the insatiable amateur had his own purpose to gain, and was not exhausted yet. Mr.
He seemed to have made his reply as a mere concession to politeness, while he was thinking of something else which really interested him. "Have I disappointed you in any way?" she asked. "On the contrary, you have interested me. I want to be quite sure that I remember exactly what you have said. You mentioned, I think, that your friendship with Miss Cecilia Wyvil began here, at the school?"
The winner shall have both. A single cast shall decide, as before." "No," replied Wyvil, "I could not resign Amabel, if I lost. And the luck is all on your side to-night." "As you please," rejoined the knight, sweeping the glittering pile into his pocket. "Drawer, another bottle of burgundy. A health to our mistresses!" he added, quaffing a brimmer.
From being habitually gay and cheerful, she became pensive and reserved. Her mother more than once caught her in tears; and it was evident, from many other signs, that Wyvil completely engrossed her thoughts. Fully aware of this, Mrs.
And bowing to her, he strode out of the room. Wyvil took no notice of him, and proceeded at a slow pace towards Cheapside. Half an hour afterwards, Stephen Bloundel came home. On being informed of what had occurred, he was greatly annoyed, though he concealed his vexation, and highly applauded his daughter's conduct.
"Gone!" she cried, the moment she saw her father. Mr. Wyvil took her in his arms and tried to compose her. "Who has gone?" he asked. "Emily! Oh, papa, Emily has left us! She has heard dreadful news she told me so herself." "What news? How did she hear it?" "I don't know how she heard it. I went back to the drawing-room to show her my roses " "Was she alone?" "Yes!
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