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commonplace remarks on the dangerous tendency of suffering unbridled licentiousness in any state. He spoke of having mixed much in Parisian society; and Charles inquired, in a casual manner, if he had ever chanced to meet with lord
Burton ? ;', .. . . i : · The stranger fixed his deep, keen eye -upon the young traveller, as if he wished to read his very inmost thoughts, and after pausing a moment; replied in the affirmative“ Yes,” he replied, “I have frequently met him ; but by speaking of him connected with Paris, I suppose you are not aware that lord Burton' is in England ?”, in
"Nos, indeed,” replied Charles, with some astonishment; “ and from particular circumstances, I should rather imagine that you were mistaken upon that point.”
"No," answered the stranger; my information is correct, I know ; lord Burton is at this moment at Sturford Abbey, near Exeter, on a visit to lady. Delmont: and
now, sir,” he continued, “ with your permission, we will speak no more of him, as his name is not very pleasing to my ears," . .
, The colour rose in Charles's cheek; but as the stranger had said nothing really of fensive of his cousin, he thought it best to let the subject drop; and after a desul. tory discussion of some other topics, the conversation gradually sunk into silence, which continued with little interruption to the conclusion of their journey.
The arrival of Mr. Melville at the seat of lady Anne Milsome, caused not a little surprise and pleasure. The mistress of the mansion herself received him with the greatest kindness; and the warm glow on lady Mary Burton's cheek, and the sparkle, of her eyes, when she first met him, bade him equally welcome; but he soon began to fancy there was a coldness in her manner, as the day passed on, which astonished and disappointed him; for the usual frankness of Mary's character did not admit of the least reserve; and he felt sure that nothing but some unexpected and disagreeable event could have rendered her different from the cheerful, mild being she appeared at all other times. At length, however, his suspense was ended, by Mary saying, after a moment's hesitation—“ I am sorry, Charles, that you did not come a day or two before.”
“ And why so, Mary ?" demanded he; “ am I not welcome now?”.
“ You know, Charles, that you are quite welcome,” replied his cousin ; “ but I am obliged to go to Sturford Abbey tomorrow, for my brother is arrived in England, and has met with a fall from his horse; and though Jane Evelyn writes me word that he is not at all seriously hurt, I cannot of course be easy till I see him.” .“ Of course not,” replied Charles; “ but indeed I am sorry to hear of this, Mary : when did it happen?".
“Oh, it is nothing, my dear Charles,”
replied lady Anne Milsome; “ Frederic has sprained his knee; but Mary is so anxious, that she must go over to see him, though of course he will come here as soon as he is well.” .“ But what takes lord Burton to Sturford Abbey at all ?" demanded Charles : “We had no idea that he was in England.”
“ Nor I either," replied lady Anne : “ but it is Frederic's benevolence that has brought him over here. You know that doctor Wilson, who held the living Bur. ton has given to Mr. Malden, left a niece that he had brought up, quite unprovided for by his death: her name was Travers; and at her uncle's death she went back to her family, who once used to live in great style near Exeter; but now they are none of them to be heard of; for it seems they have lost all their fortune, poor things ! by some lawsuit, and have either gone abroad, or into Wales, or somewhere, and Burton is now making every inquiry, for he cannot bear the idea of any of the family of his old friend, doctor Wilson, being in uncomfortable circumstances. I remember Miss Travers very well running about the rectory in my poor brother's time, and the most beautiful child she was that I ever saw. Poor thing! she was then quite the pet of every one." ", } . ,
Charles merely said what was due to general kindness in regard to the necessity of Mary being absent during his visit to lady Anne Milsome, but he looked grave and disappointed; and lady Mary's anxiety for her brother having taken away a great deal from her usual cheerfulness, the hours passed on rather heavily till din. ner-time, when they were joined by an old gentleman of the neighbourhood, who, with themselves, formed their dinnerparty." He was a country gentleman of the old school; still rode his horse with the foremost in the field at a fox-hunt; told the stories of his youth by the fireside, and regularly finished his couple of bottles after dinner. Charles drank little