The Exclusives (vol. 3 of 3)Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
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The Exclusives (vol. 3 of 3)
Bury, Charlotte Campbell, Lady
Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
When arrived at the well-known door of Lady Dunmelraise, he waited with
impatience for its opening, but no one came. He desired his servant to
knock again; and looking up, he perceived the windows were open, and
maid-servants passing to and fro in the rooms with an air of unusual
bustle, which made him shudder, although he knew not why. At the
same moment, the porter opened the door, and informed him that Lady
Dunmelraise and Lady Adeline had left town a few hours before. He was
for a minute mute with astonishment.--"Left town!" he exclaimed; "for
how long?"
"I really do not know, my lord."
"When do you expect their return?"
"Not this year," was the reply: "at least, we have received no orders
to lead us to suppose my lady is coming back; but, on the contrary, we
have directions to take down the furniture."
"This is unaccountable!" ejaculated Lord Albert, with a movement of
mingled indignation and grief. "Where is Lady Dunmelraise gone?" he
asked, after another pause.
"To Dunmelraise, I believe, my lord."
Lord Albert continued to sit on his horse mechanically for some
minutes, as if wholly unable to collect his thoughts, or to believe
the truth of what the servant said. Again and again he asked the
same questions, and invariably received the same answers, till there
was no longer any doubt of the fact; and then in broken sentences
he said, unconscious that he spoke aloud,--"It is too true, too
evident--unnecessary!--unworthy!"
"My lord?" said his groom, thinking he addressed him.
"Nothing, James, nothing," he said, starting from his reverie; and
suffering his horse to choose its own direction, he allowed the reins
to lie heedlessly on its neck; and then, again, actuated by a change of
impulse, he urged it to its speed, dashing rapidly through the streets;
when some of his acquaintance, who saw him as he passed, observed,
"D'Esterre is certainly quite mad; I always thought so." And thus he
continued his way homeward, now riding furiously, now creeping along,
as the wayward mood of the moment directed, till he found himself at
his own door; and then, flinging himself from his horse, he rushed to
his apartment, forbidding all interruption. Lord Albert's servants,
who were exceedingly attached to him, looked aghast at his altered
demeanour, and marvelled what had befallen their master.
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