"Hungry and thirsty, their souls fainted within them, and they
found no City to dwell in."

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. II.

LONDON:

HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS,

SUCCESSORS TO HENRY COLBURN,

13 GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

1854.

AUBRE Y.

CHAPTER I.

Peace seemed to reign on the earth, and the

restless head of the ocean

Was for a moment consoled.

LONGFELLOW'S EVANGELINE.

CAPTAIN AUBREY lifted up his eyes at this moment and whose should they meet but those of Lady Emma.

He and Mountford, during the latter part of this conversation, had left the betting stand, and had continued to make their way amid a crowd of people and carriages; but in the earnestness of their talk they had at length stopped, and without perceiving it they stood close by the panels of a coroneted

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coach, into which the horses were about to be harnessed.

The ladies who had to leave the course in this carriage, were hurried into it in a very unceremonious manner by the son of one, and brother of the other-He, who had them in charge, knowing that it was incumbent upon him to see them safely in, before he left the course, which he was in a great hurry to do.

Lord Algernon had entered the grand stand in an impatient manner, pushing with little ceremony through the crowd of men and women, now rapidly leaving the place; the royalties having departed some quarter of an hour ago.

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Come, mother!-Come, Emma!-Where's Emma ? "

"Why are you in such a prodigious hurry, Algernon. There is abundance of time.Wait a little till the people have had time to defile down stairs-You know I detest that pushing and knocking about, which one gets among a crowd of women-the rudest and most brutal of all crowds, I think;-besides, do you not see that the horses are not yet brought up.-Wait till the carriage comes to the door."

"No, mother, I can't wait-I must be off -I can't wait, I tell you, and I won't wait," -stamping his feet up and down with impatience," Where is that girl, Emma? The horses will be here in no time-You must let me put you into your coach at oncefor I must be off-Where is that girl, Emma? -She'll drive me mad, and you too. There is nobody to see you to your carriage-Where is she?"

The Marchioness smiled, and turned her head very slowly round, and then cast her eyes most expressively upon those of her son. There was Emma, upon the other side of her mother, hidden by the ample drapery of the somewhat bulky Marchioness, who was standing up, whilst Emma and the Prince sat upon the bench close behind her, engaged in what appeared very interesting conversation.

The eyes of Lord Algernon followed those of his mother; then he gave a low whistle. "Sits the wind so?" he muttered-then he shook his head, and went up to his sister, and, to the excessive vexation of the Marchioness, broke abruptly into the whispering going on, by saying roughly,