The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Yates, Edmund
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The Forlorn Hope: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Yates, Edmund
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Lady Muriel read this letter through twice with great calmness, though
a very scornful smile curled her lip during its perusal. She then
twisted the note up into a wisp, and was about to burn it in the flame
of the candle, when she heard a short solemn tap at her chamber-door.
She turned round, bade Pinner open the door, and looked with more
displeasure than astonishment at the Duchess of Northallerton, who
appeared in the entrance. The Duchess had the credit in society of
being a "haughty-looking woman." Her stronghold in life, beyond the
fact of her being a duchess, had been in her Roman nose and arched
eyebrows. But, somehow, haughty looks become wonderfully modified in
_déshabillé_, and Roman noses and arched eyebrows lose a good deal of
their potency when taken in conjunction with two tight little curls
twisted up in hairpins, and a headdress which, however much fluted and
gauffered, is unmistakably a nightcap. The Duchess's nocturnal
adornments were unmistakably of this homely character, and her white
wrapper was of a hue, which, if she had not been a duchess, would have
been pronounced dingy. But her step was undoubtedly tragic, and the
expression of her face solemn to a degree. Lady Muriel received her
with uplifted eyebrows, and motioned her to a chair. The Duchess
dropped stiffly into the appointed haven of rest; but arched her
eyebrows at Pinner with great significance.
"You can go, Pinner. I shall not require you any more," said Lady
Muriel; adding, "I presume that was what you wished, Duchess?" as the
maid left the room.
"Precisely, dear Muriel; but you always were so wonderfully ready to
interpret one's thoughts. I remember your dear mother used to say--but
I won't worry you with my stories. I came to speak to you about dear
Madeleine."
"Ye-es," said Lady Muriel quietly, finding the Duchess paused.
"Well, now, she's worse than any of them suspect. Ah, I can see it by
your face. And I know what is the matter with her. Don't start; I
won't even ask you; I won't let you commit yourself in any way; but I
know that it's measles."
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