There was a mighty effort; nature could endure no more, he broke a
blood-vessel and fell at the feet of George. They flew to his
assistance, giving the countess to her women; but he was dead.
For seventeen years Lady Pendennyss survived this shock: but having
reached her own abode, during that long period she never left her room.
In the confidence of his surviving hopes, Doctor Ives and his wife were
made acquainted with the real cause of the grief of their friend, but
the truth went no further. Denbigh was the guardian of his three young
cousins, the duke, his sister, and young George Denbigh; these, with his
son, Lord Lumley, and daughter, Lady Marian, were removed from the
melancholy of the Castle to scenes better adapted to their opening
prospects in life. Yet Lumley was fond of the society of his father, and
finding him a youth endowed beyond his years, the care of his parent was
early turned to the most important of his duties in that sacred office;
and when he yielded to his wishes to go into the army, he knew he went a
youth of sixteen, possessed of principles and self-denial that would
become a man of five-and-twenty.
General Wilson completed the work which the father had begun; and Lord
Lumley formed a singular exception to the character of most of his
companions.
At the close of the Spanish war, he returned home, and was just in time
to receive the parting breath of his mother.
A few days before her death, the countess requested that her children
might be made acquainted with her history and misconduct; and she placed
in the hands of her son a letter; with directions for him to open it
after her decease. It was addressed to both children, and after
recapitulating generally the principal events of her life, continued:
"Thus, my children, you perceive the consequences of indulgence and
hardness of heart, which made me insensible to the sufferings of others,
and regardless of the plainest dictates of justice. Self was my idol.
The love of admiration, which was natural to me, was increased by the
flatterers who surrounded me; and had the customs of our country
suffered royalty to descend in their unions to a grade in life below
their own, your uncle would have escaped the fangs of my baneful
coquetry.
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