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reckoned the circumstance among the wisely-improved opportunities

of my life.



To return to the serious interests of the present narrative, I

may now announce that my evidence as an eye-witness of events has



come to an end. The day after Lord Loring's visit, domestic

troubles separated me, to my most sincere regret, from Romayne. I



have only to add, that the foregoingnarrative of personal

experience has been written with a due sense of responsibility,



and that it may be depended on throughout as an exact statement

of the truth.



JOHN PHILIP HYND,

(late Major, 110th



Regiment).

THE STORY.



BOOK THE FIRST.

CHAPTER I.



THE CONFIDENCES.

IN an upper room of one of the palatial houses which are situated



on the north side of Hyde Park, two ladies sat at breakfast, and

gossiped over their tea.



The elder of the two was Lady Loring--still in the prime of life;

possessed of the golden hair and the clear blue eyes, the



delicately-florid complexion, and the freely developed figure,

which are among the favorite attractions popularly associated



with the beauty of Englishwomen. Her younger companion was the

unknown lady admired by Major Hynd on the sea passage from France



to England. With hair and eyes of the darkest brown; with a pure

pallor of complexion, only changing to a faint rose tint in



moments of agitation; with a tall graceful figure, incompletely

developed in substance and



strength--she presented an almost complete contrast to Lady

Loring. Two more opposite types of beauty it would have been



hardly possible to place at the same table.

The servant brought in the letters of the morning. Lady Loring



ran through her correspondence rapidly, pushed away the letters

in a heap, and poured herself out a second cup of tea.



"Nothing interesting this morning for me," she said. "Any news of

your mother, Stella?"



The young lady handed an open letter to her hostess, with a faint

smile. "See for yourself, Adelaide," she answered, with the



tender sweetness of tone which made her voice irresistibly

charming--"and tell me if there were ever two women so utterly



unlike each other as my mother and myself."

Lady Loring ran through the letter, as she had run through her



own correspondence. "Never, dearest Stella, have I enjoyed myself

as I do in this delightful country house--twenty-seven at dinner



every day, without including the neighbors--a little carpet dance

every evening--we play billiards, and go into the smoking



room--the hounds meet three times a week--all sorts of

celebrities among the company, famous beauties included--such



dresses! such conversation!--and serious duties, my dear, not

neglected--high church and choral service in the town on



Sundays--recitations in the evening from Paradise Lost, by an

amateur elocutionist--oh, you foolish, headstrong child! why did



you make excuses and stay in London, when you might have

accompanied me to this earthly Paradise?--are you really ill?--my



love to Lady Loring--and of course, if you _are_ ill, you must

have medical advice--they ask after you so kindly here--the first



dinner bell is ringing, before I have half done my letter--what

_am_ I to wear?--why is my daughter not here to advise me," etc.,



etc., etc.

"There is time to change your mind and advise your mother," Lady



Loring remarked with grave irony as she returned the letter.

"Don't even speak of it!" said Stella. "I really know no life



that I should not prefer to the life that my mother is enjoying

at this moment. What should I have done, Adelaide, if you had not



offered me a happy refuge in your house? _My_ 'earthly Paradise'

is here, where I am allowed to dream away my time over my



drawings and my books, and to resign myself to poor health and

low spirits, without being dragged into society, and (worse



still) threatened with that 'medical advice' in which, when she

isn't threatened with it herself, my poor dear mother believes so



implicitly. I wish you would hire me as your 'companion,' and let

me stay here for the rest of my life."



Lady Loring's bright face became grave while Stella was speaking.




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