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IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. II.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR HENRY COLBURN,
1816.
London: Printed by Schulze and Dean,
13, Poland Street.
Disperato dolor, che il cor mi preme
Gía pur pensando, pria che ne favelle.
In the morning Calantha beheld crowdsof discontented catholics who throngedthe outer courts waiting to see her father.Petitions for redress were thrown in atthe windows; and whilst they were atbreakfast, Sir Everard entering, withouteven waiting to see who was present,asked eagerly if the Duke was at home:he, at the same moment gave a huge paperclosely written, into the hands of one ofthe servants, desiring it to be instantlydelivered to the Duke; “and tell him,sir,” vociferated the doctor, “it is mycase written out clear, as he commanded—theone I had the honour to present tohim t’other day, when he had not leisureto look upon it:” then turning round,4and seeing Calantha, “By my soul,” heexclaimed, “if here ain’t my own dearLady Calantha; and God be praised Madam,you are come amongst us; for thedevil and all is broke loose since you’vebeen away. Let’s look at you: well, andyou are as tall and handsome as ever; butI—Oh! Lady Calantha Delaval, beggingyour pardon, what a miserable wretch amI become. Lord help me, and deliverme. Lord help us all, in unmerited affliction.”
Calantha had not heard of Sir Everard’smisfortunes; and was really afraid to askhim what had occurred. He held herhand, and wept so audibly, that she alreadysaw some of those present turningaway, for fear they should not be able toconceal their laughter: his strange gestureswere indeed a hard trial. “Be pacified,calm yourself my good Doctor,” said Mrs.Seymour, giving him a chair: “Heavenforfend,” said Sir Everard: “Nature,Madam, will have a vent. I am the most5miserable man alive: I am undone, youwell know; but Lord! this dear childknows little if any thing about it. Oh!I am a mere nothing now in the universe.”Gondimar, with a smile, assuredSir Everard that could never be the case,whilst he retained, unimpaired, that fullrotundity of form. “Sir, are you here?”cried the Doctor, fiercely: “but it is ofsmall importance. I am no longer thesoft phlegmatic being you left me. I ama wild beast, Sir—a dangerous anim