Clarence was alone in the box with the beautiful Frenchwoman. To say truth, Linden was far too much in love with Lady Flora, and too occupied, as to his other thoughts, with the projects of ambition, to be easily led into any disreputable or criminal liaison; he therefore conversed with his usual ease, though with rather more than his usual gallantry, without feeling the least touched by the charms of La Meronville or the least desirous of supplanting Lord Borodaile in her favour. The duke reappeared, and announced the carriage. As, with La Meronville leaning on his arm, Clarence hurried out, he accidentally looked up, and saw on the head of the stairs Lady Westborough with her party (Lord Borodaile among the rest) in waiting for her carriage. For almost the first time in his life, Clarence felt ashamed of himself; his cheek burned like fire, and he involuntarily let go the fair hand which was leaning upon his arm. However, the weaker our course the better face we should put upon it, and Clarence, recovering his presence of mind, and vainly hoping he had not been perceived, buried his face as well as he was able in the fur collar of his cloak, and hurried on. "You saw Lord Borodaile?" said the duke to La Meronville, as he handed her into her carriage. "Yes, I accidentally looked back after we had passed him, and then I saw him." "Looked back!" said the duke; "I wonder he did not turn you into a pillar of salt." "Fi donc!" cried La belle Meronville, tapping his grace playfully on the arm, in order to do which she was forced to lean a little harder upon Clarence's, which she had not yet relinquished--" Fi donc! Francois, chez moi!" "My carriage is just behind," said the duke. "You will go with me to La Meronville's, of course?" "Really, my dear duke," said Clarence, "I wish I could excuse myself from this party. I have another engagement." "Excuse yourself? and leave me to the mercy of Mademoiselle Caumartin, who has the face of an ostrich, and talks me out of breath! Never, my dear Linden, never! Besides, I want you to see how well I shall behave to Trevanion. Here is the carriage. Entrez, mon cher." And Clarence, weakly and foolishly (but he was very young and very unhappy, and so, longing for an escape from his own thoughts) entered the carriage, and drove to the supper party, in order to prevent the Duke of Haverfield being talked out of breath by Mademoiselle Caumartin, who had the face of an ostrich. CHAPTER XXXIX. Yet truth is keenly sought for, and the wind Charged with rich words, poured out in thought's defence; Whether the Church inspire that eloquence, Or a Platonic piety, confined To the sole temple of the inward mind; And one there is who builds immortal lays, Though doomed to tread in solitary ways; Darkness before, and danger's voice behind! Yet not alone-- WORDSWORTH.