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* What is the matter," said Cleaver, who had just sat down to breakfast, and was in the act of opening a cold venison pasty, “ I beseech you tell me what is the matter with you." 1.16 The most unaccountable letter from my father," said Amherst, “ I know not what to say to it." He asks me to go immediately to visit Miss Delassaux, and he talks of her affairs hav. ing come to a crisis. Good God! what is Miss Delassaux, and what are her affairs to me:*
“ Her affairs !” said Cleaver, helping himself to some of the jelly," then I suppose she's ashore at last. I hope the Admiral has no intention of trying to tow her off. If the old hulk and she get him fairly hooked on, he may get aground himself in his endeavours to warp them off. ---Any thing wrong with the Delassauxs, Joseph ?” continued he, with his mouth crammed full of pie-crust, and addressing the groom who had brought the letter, ..
“ Wrong! Aye, Sur," quoth Joseph, * why they do say, that they have ruinated themselves with them balls and vigaries, and that Hawkins. who has taken care of himself, has got possession of the estates, and that he went last night to seize every thing in the house, even to the very beds
poor ladies were lying on, the precious rascal!"
1.** " And is it come to this then !" said Amherst, a gleam of pity crossing his mind as he remembered the once dazzling splendour of the haughty Delassaux. " Good Heavens ! how can such minds bear it!Well, then, it is but a duty of charity, my father wishes me to join him in performing, and such being the case, unfit as I am at present for any meeting of the kind, I shall not flinch from it. The horses to the door directly! Will you go with me Cleaver ?”
“I will, my dear fellow, with all my heart ; but eat something in the first place, will you. I have just ordered a warm veal cutlet.-Do stump to the kitchen, Phillips, my lad, and give the cook a hint to make haste; but don't let him spoil the dish with his hurry, d’ye hear ?",
Amherst snatched some hasty refreshment. The horses came to the door, and, desirous to obey his father, he hastened to mount. Cleaver followed most unwillingly. As he was passing outwards he met the veal cutlet coming from the kitchen, giving out from under its china cover a steam of the most delicious odour. It was irresistible. }.
My dear fellow, I will follow you in an instant," said he.
6 A knife and fork, and a spoon, in a moment, sirrah !" and snatching, at the same time, the dish from the servant, and seating hinself on a garden chair, he began to gobble up the contents with all haste.
The impatient Amherst rode off at a hand-gallop, leaving his friend to follow at his own leisure.
On approaching Brokenhurst Hall he remarked a number of queer-looking men hanging on about the door. To one of these he gave his horse. and instantly entered. A girl, whom he recognized as Miss Delassaux's maid, who had often erperienced his bounty when his visits to her mis tress were frequent, came from one of the rooms towards him.
“ Gracious me !" exclaimed she, “if there isn't Mr Oakenwold !"
“ Is Miss Delassaux visible ?" inquired he.
“ Lawk! to be sure she is,—that is, I am sure she will make herself visible to you, Mr Oakenwold; and overjoyed will she be, no doubt, as ! am, to see you here again.”
“ Your lady is, I presume, in the drawingroom ?” said Amherst, interrupting her.
“ She is in her own apartment at present,” said the girl.
“ Is not my father here?” said Amherst.
“ Then I will step there and wait Miss Delassaux's commands,” replied he, taking the wellknown way up stairs.
Meanwhile the maid hastened to her mistress, whom she found, as she had left her, buried in bedclothes, tears, and mortification, having slept none all night.
“ Ma'am, Ma'am," said she, “I have such news for you!—Mr Oakenwold is here, and has gone up to the drawing-room to wait for you.”
The Lady no sooner heard this most consolatory and unlooked-for piece of intelligence, than she dried up her tears, and proceeded to the labours of the toilette with all manner of alacrity.
As Amherst reached the door of the drawingroom he heard his father's voice, and as he entered his eyes caught the bulky form of the Admiral, who had already established his quarter-deck, and was walking backwards and forwards across the apartment with his hands behind his back. Amherst was hastening to embrace the old man,
with an eager and affectionate smile on his countenance, when he was suddenly arrested midssy, by the sight of an unexpected object. He bebeld -Miss Malcolm -Miss Malcolm, as lovely and smiling as he had ever seen her, and attired in a dress, the richness and taste of which at once showed that her personal appearance was not altogether unattended to, notwithstanding the bitter distress and cruel laceration of mind she had undergone. So sudden and unforeseen & meeting produced a violent agitation in a frame lately so much weakened by disease. He felt conscious of his own feeble state, and he could not help internally contrasting it with the healthful, the sprightly, nay, almost joyous, countenance of her whom he now saw,-of her whom he had pictured to himself sitting in the lonely towers of Eaglesholme, pining in misery, or drooping like a broken lily on its retired terrace walks. His reflections, it may be easily supposed, were rapid, but they produced more of pain than of pleasure. 6 Can she have so soon forgotten me,” thought he, “ me whom she once so loved, and who so loved her, that I never can love another? Can she so soon have forgotten her situation, and can she have already overcome those feelings of wretchedness she