This is not the case, and
never shall be, dear Miss Dacre, with one whose greatest pride is to
subscribe himself
'Your most obedient and faithful servant,
'St. James.'
CHAPTER XIII.
_A Mind Distraught_
THE world talked of nothing but the duel between the Duke of St. James
and Sir Lucius Grafton.
It was a thunderbolt; and the phenomenon was accounted for by every
cause but the right one. Yet even those who most confidently solved the
riddle were the most eagerly employed in investigating its true meaning.
The seconds were of course applied to. Arundel Dacre was proverbially
unpumpable; but Peacock Piggott, whose communicative temper was an
adage, how came he on a sudden so diplomatic? Not a syllable oozed from
a mouth which was ever open; not a hint from a countenance which never
could conceal its mind. He was not even mysterious, but really looked
just as astonished and was just as curious as themselves. Fine times
these for 'The Universe' and 'The New World!' All came out about Lady
Afy; and they made up for their long and previous ignorance, or, as they
now boldly blustered, their long and considerate forbearance.
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