ABSTRACT
‘And what detains you in town?’ said Gondimar, on the eve of Mrs. Seymour and Sophia’s departure. ‘Will this love of gaiety never subside. Tell me, Lady Avondale, do you believe all that the Duke of Myrtlegrove, and your more warlike cousin have said to you? – What means the blush on your indignant cheek?a The young duke is more enamoured of the lustre of his diamond ring and broach, than of the brightest eyes that ever gazed on him; and though the words glory and renown drop from the mouth of Buchanan, love, I think, has lost his time in aiming arrows at his heart. Has he one? – I think not?’ ‘Butb who has one in London?’ ‘Youc have not assuredly,’ said the Count: ‘and, if you knew the censures that are every where passed upon you, I think, for Lord Avondale’s sake, you would regret it.’ ‘I do; but indeed –’d
