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anticipation that the ensuing day being no other than the memorable fifth of November, a demonstration would be called forth from the people of England, so general, and at the same time, so exalted in its nature, as to cast upon the whole of Christendom a lustre which would dispel, if any thing could, the darkness in which an essential portion of it still lies enshrouded. While such was the tone and purport of the observations freely exchanged around her, St. Edmunds could not resist casting occasionally a glance at C^cile: once or twice he detected her secretly pressing to her lips her little crucifix ring; but upon the whole, her countenance and bearing were such as to lead him to trust that this resource might prove sufficient for the hour.
THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBER.
The hopeful expectations of the less sanguine amongst Sir Charles Basinstoke's guests were, upon the whole, we believe, tolerably well satisfied, in the eventful morrow. We, for our part, must avow that we were somewhat disappointed, the popular demonstration having been decidedly inferior both to that which was enacted at Rome on the preceding year, and also to another which took place at Aleppo about the same time. Still, when we consider the prodigious number of Christian prelates and dignitaries who were, on this occasion, promenaded and burnt in effigy, and 100 cicile.
the probable amount of annoyance and vexation which many millions of British subjects, who are accustomed to regard with a certain degree of reverence the persons and office of the imaginary victims must, say what they will, have experienced, we are free to admit that, after all, the exhibition was a very creditable one
As we are bound to be precise and truthful in our narrative, we must state that our hero, without positively declining to accompany Sir Charles to. Glanford, there to witness and to stimulate the intended proceedings, expressed so keen a desire again to pursue some partridges which had baffled his utmost skill on the previous occasion, that he was finally committed to the care of Mr. Waddinghead. Whether or not this esteemed functionary was more than once surprised at the languid and listless bearing of the young nobleman, we will not undertake to aver. However, as, in the end, the bag was a tolerably heavy one, the two parties returned homewards in terms of mutual and most cordial good humour.
"I beg your pardon, my Lord," said Mr. Waddinghead, "but you will find-the short cut across the fields the pleasantest way to the hall."
"Indeed, Waddinghead? It looks confoundedly swampy."
"Well, it is rather moist, my Lord, but then I am afeard you will find some bad characters on the road. There would seem to be a general holiday of them to-day, all a flocking in to Glanford from all parts to see the Pope burnt."
"But they won't burn us with him, will they, Waddinghead?"
"I don't say that they would, at all, my Lord," replied the keeper, with a broad grin; "but, with your leave, some of them are very possibly by this time pretty strong in liquor, and as they are come out for a lark, there is no saying what they may turn their hands to."
"Very good, Waddinghead," answered our hero, who was by habit, still more than by nature, far too indolent ever to seek out difficulty and danger, " I will be regulated by your opinion, so lead the way. I suppose that you will go into Glanford to-night to see the fireworks?"
"May be I shall, my Lord, that is, if I can persuade Missus and daughter to stay at home, for it won't be any fit place for them?"
"Yet I should think that they would like to see the Pope roasted too, wouldn't they?"
"That you may be certain they would, my Lord, as he deserves to be, for not recognising our Queen, and objecting to deal with her as one Sovereign should with another."
By this time St. Edmunds and his companion had reached Mrs. Hawthorne's house, where it may not have been forgotten that, on a previous occasion, they had committed their wounded dog to the care of the village beauty; and great was the surprise of both when they beheld, on the threshold, Miss C&ile Basinstoke herself.
"There's a young lady by your leave, my Lord," whispered the cautious Waddinghead, "who might full as well be at home as abroad this evening."
Without giving any utterance to his concurrence in this sentiment, the young Viscount moved forward towards Miss Basinstoke, but he was suddenly arrested on observing the unusual paleness of her face, and the deep anxiety which her whole countenance expressed.