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er wrath throughout dinner, and it was not until they were in the drawing-room alone that she went off. He was so moodily _distrait_ all through the meal that he never saw the volcano smoldering, and the Vesuvian eruption took him altogether by surprise. "Your conduct has been disgraceful!" Lady Kingsland passionately cried--"unworthy of a man of honor! You pay Lady Louise every attention; you make love to her in the most _prononce_ manner, and at the eleventh hour you desert her for this forward little barbarian." Sir Everard opened his eyes in cool surprise. "My dear mother, you mistake," he said, with perfect _sang froid_. "Lady Louise made love to me!" "Everard!" Her voice absolutely choked with rage. "It sounds conceited and foppish, I know," pursued the young gentleman; "but you force me to it in self-defense. I never made love to Lady Louise, as Lady Louise can tell you, if you choose to ask." "You never asked her in so many words, perhaps, to be your wife. Short of that, you have left nothing undone." Sir Everard thought of the dinner-party, of the moonlit balcony, of George Grosvenor, and was guiltily silent. "Providence must have sent him," he thought, "to save me in the last supreme moment. Pledged to Lady Louise, and madly in love with Harriet Hunsden, I should blow out my brains before sunset!" "You are silent," pursued his mother. "Your guilty conscience will not let you answer. You told me yourself, only two days ago, that but for George Grosvenor you would have asked her to be your wife." "Quite true," responded her son: "but who knows what a day may bring forth? Two days ago I was willing to marry Lady Louise--to ask her, at least. Now, not all the wealth of the Indies, not the crown of the world could tempt me." "Good heavens!" cried my lady, goaded to the end of her patience; "only hear him! Do you mean to tell me, you absurd, mad-headed boy, that in one day you have fallen hopelessly in love with this hare-brained, masculine Harriet Hunsden?" "I tell you nothing of the sort, madame; the inference is your own. But this I will say--I would rather marry Harriet Hunsden than any other woman under heaven! Let Lady Louise take George Grosvenor. He is in love with her, which I never was; and he has an earl's coronet in prospective, which I have not. As for me, I have done with this subject at once and forever. Even to you, my mother, I can not delegate my choice o
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