First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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First Love: A Novel. Vol. 2 of 3
Loudon, Mrs. (Margracia)
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Gotterimo’s motives for visiting Arandale having been, in the first
few moments, explained to the Earl, his lordship, with his good-natured
smile, whispered about among his friends, the true quality of the
supposed well sustained character. The buzz went round; and Gotterimo,
on his progress through the rooms, to make his exit, was so often
intercepted by such as wished either to oblige their noble host, or
reward the little man for the amusement he had afforded themselves, that
our friend’s boxes were quickly cleared of all their contents, and at
prices highly satisfactory to the vendor; who, on perceiving that he
obtained whatever he demanded, not from the ignorance but from the whim
of the purchasers, began to think it no great sin to raise the market a
little.
Immediately after the interruption occasioned by Gotterimo’s adventures,
our sea-nymphs and wood-nymphs, led by Britannia herself, formed for a
peculiar dance, the plan of which had been previously arranged. The
figure was to take in the whole of the united group; and, on a signal
given by the music, the young lady’s respective partners, in whatever
disguise, were to join them as they stood in their places. Young Lord K⸺
approached Lady Susan. Sir Philip flew to the side of Frances. Henry took
his place near one of the Misses Morven. Lord Morven, Colonel Morven, &c.
filled up the party, till Julia alone stood unclaimed, and, at the same
time, importunately beset for alms by the old blind man who sold matches.
He was bent double. A profusion of white hair fell around his patched and
ragged shoulders. He held in one hand his hat, crutch, and the string
by which his dog was fastened, while his other hand was stretched forth
with a beseeching palm, and, in the piteous and tremulous accents of
extreme age, he craved her ladyship’s compassion. At length, to humour
the jest, she offered him a small donation. This the mendicant bent on
one knee to receive, grasping, as he did so, and firmly retaining the
hand that presented it in one of his, while, with the other, he flung
off his disguises, and sprang to his feet the young and handsome Marquis
of H⸺, unmasked, but dressed for Neptune, with a crown and trident, and
splendid armour of gold and silver scales. The plaudits on the occasion
were universal.
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