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other. His heart was suddenly lightened of a
load which had long pressed heavily upon it— a
load which was rendered still more galling by
the sense of uncertainty, which completely pre-



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rented him from seeking relief in the sure balm
of patient endurance.

The removal of an evil of long continuance,
is perhaps more delightful than the accession of
many a positive good. Most of our readers
must some time or other have revelled in the joy-
Qusness of a lightened spirit, suddenly relieved
from the bondage of calamity; and all such will
comprehend that state of unalloyed content, in
which Henry Granby remained long rapt after
his fortunate discovery. He could think of no-
thing else, until he Saw at a little distance Lady
Jermyn and Caroline, going from the ball-room
towards their carriage. His eyes, which were
brightened with pleasure, met Caroline's as she
passed near him. It was, in fact, the first time
they had met that night. The expression of his
was too catching to be resisted, and in this short
interchange of looks, she smiled. The smile
was seen but for an instant, and the face in which
it shone turned hastily away ; but fleeting as it
•was, it was full of eloquence to him. It revived



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a host of recollections, which he had long se-
a*etly, but fondly cherished. It spoke of many
happy hours, of joyful days, of unrestrained
communion, of scenes too precious to be lost.
It put to flight all thoughts but of the present,
and, forgetful of the prudence which he had en-
joined himself, and of the presence of Lady Jer-
myn, he was stepping forward to hand Caroline
to the carriage, when a gentleman who was nearer
to them interposed with the offer of his arm, and
led her away.

Granby followed them with his eyes ; and now,
too full of happiness to be accessible to any
feelings of jealousy or repining, after a short" re-
verie of the purest satisfaction, he left the ball, and
sallied out into the fresh cool air of a summer-
morning — suddenly passing from the red glare
of lamplight, to the clear sober brightness of re*
turning day. He walked cheerfully onward^
refreshed and exhilirated by the air of morning,
and interested with the scene around him. It was
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909" GRANBY.

broad day-light, and he viewed the town under
an aspect in which it is ahke presented to the
late retiring votary of pleasure, and to the early
rising sons of business. He stopped on the pave-
ment of Oxford-street, to contemplate the effect.
The whole extent of that long vista, unclouded
by the mid-day smoke, was distinctly visible to
his eye at once. The houses shrunk to half their
span, while the few visible spires of the adjacent
churches seemed to rise less distant than before,
gaily tipped with early sunshine, and much dimi-
nished in apparent size, but heightened in dis-
tinctness and in beauty. Had it not been for the
cool grey tint which slightly mingled with every
object, the brightness was almost that of noon.
But the life, the bustle, the busy din, the flowing
tide of human existence, were all wanting to com-
plete the similitude. All was hushed and silent ;
and this mighty receptacle of human beings,
which a few short hours would wake into active
energy and motion, seemed like a city of the dead.



GEANBY. S99

There was little to break this solemn illusion.
Around were the monuments of human exertion,
but the hands which formed them were no longer
there. Few, if any, were the symptoms of life.
No sounds were heard but the heavy creaking of
a solitary waggon ; the twittering of an occasional
sparrow; the monotonous tone of the drowsy
watchman ; and the distant rattle of the retiring
carriage, fading on the ear till it melted into si-
lence : and the eye that searched for living objects
fell on nothing but the grim great-coated guardian
of the night, muffled up into an appearance of
doubtful character between bear and man, and
scarcely distinguishable, by the colour of his
dress, from the brown flags along which he
sauntered.

Granby was in a frame of mind to be agree-
ably struck by the peculiarities of such a scene.
The prosaic part of him lay dormant, and the
more imaginative faculties of his mind had been
called forth into vigorous activity by the excite-



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ment of recent circumstances. He gaily pursued
his homeward course ; reached his door just as
the sun burst full upon it ; and retired to rest
with spirits lighter than it had lately fallen to his
lot to possess.



GEANBY. SOI



CHAP. XX.

As thistles wear the softest dowTi

To hide their prickles till they're growTi,

And then declare themselves, and tear

Whatever ventures to come near ;

So a smooth knave does greater feats

Than one that idly rails and threats.— Bctleb,

The first visitor whom Granby saw on the
morning after his meeting with Carohne, was
his cousin Tyrrel, who called upon him while
he was leisurely finishing his mid-day breakfast.
Among his various associates, there was no one
whom he saw more frequently, or with greater
pleasure, or by whom he seemed more sought
in return. After the first coldness had subsided,
Tyrrel manifested towards him a warmth of
friendship, which their close relationship and the
contrast of his previous conduct, could not fail
to render peculiarly gratifying. There was a
frankness in TyrrePs manner which invited
familiarity ; and the circumstance of his being



SOZ GRAN BY.

nearly ten years older than Henry Granby, did
not at all appear to check the unreserved free-
dom of their intercourse. Tyrrel was a cheerful
entertaining companion. He knew the town
and all its characters, and was an amusing Cice-
rone, either in the park or on the pave, at opera
or ball, — as he had generally something to say
about " the gentleman in the cabriolet, with the
pyebald horse,'"* or " the lady that is waltzing,
with the diamond head-dress," or " that person
in the pea-green coat, who is just turning into
Bond-street/' or " the fat man that is going to

sleep in White's bow- window."

It, therefore, needed not the force of the Gene-
ral's injunctions, to induce Henry to cultivate the
society of such an associate, for whom he really
began to feel considerable regard. He was not,
however, blinded to his faults. He noticed and
lamented an occasional laxity of principle, and
an intimate acquaintance with the worst parts of
a town life, which did not betoken any very
scrupulous degree of purity.



GRANBY. 303

But young men are not prone to suspicion ;
nor was Henry Granby disposed hastily to con-
demn his cousin. Gratitude for many kind-
nesses might perhaps ill qualify him for the
office of censor. He was not, however, uncon-
scious of one strong trait in his cousin's charac-
ter : a love of play. But he did not think him-
self in much danger of acquiring that pernicious
taste through this connection : for Tyrrel did
not appear to play much himself; nor did be
press him violently to engage in it. He sel-
dom proposed any game of chance, and seemed
careless about it when they did play. He was,
however, very fond of betting, and took fro-
quent opportunities of so doing, on any little
doubtful point which might arise in conversa-
tion. But he always betted low, and not very
judiciously; so that by the time Granby had
won a tolerable number of half-sovereigns, he
began to feel some inclination for this method
of closing an argument.

Tyrrel spoke charitably and pleasantly of



304j granby.

play and its votaries, but at the same time,
calmly and temperately, and without any en-
thusiasm ; describing it as a pleasing, and by no
means a dangerous recreation ; in which, in fact,
everybody indulged in a more or less degree,
and which was only injurious in its excess.
Then he had a few axioms which he fre-
quently brought forward. Persons, he would
say, could seldom be ruined who played syste-
matically, and for the same stake. They could
win in one night what they lost in another.
There was less cheating in the world than peo-
ple imagined. Sharpers were bugbears, that
were much talked of and little seen. A regu-
lar leg he declared to be the best person to bet
with at a race ; and, he said. Gambling houses
were in general particularly correct, as they had
a character to lose. He seemed knowing, but not
eager, in every thing connected with the hazard
Jable and the turf; but of liisown proceedings he
said little, so that Henry could not possibly judge
to what extent he had engaged in either.



GRANBY. 2i05

" " Granby,'' said Tyrrel to him, on the morn-
ing after the ball at Mrs. Henley^s, as he sat and
saw him eat his breakfast, *' what do you do
with yourself this evening ? "

" Nothing — anything. I have no engage-
ment but this ball," (pointing to a card) " to
which I am very doubtful whether I shall go.
I believe 1 shall fill up my time with the opera.'^

" Well, I'm just in the same situation. I
wish you would come and dine with me."

'* Very willingly — but where ?''

*" Oh ! chez moi — I hate your coffee-houses,
and we don't belong to the same club.'*

The hour was named, and as little after it as
could reasonably be expected, Henry was at
TyrreFs lodgings, in Jerm3m-street. He found
there two other persons ; a gentlemanly foreigner,
a Viscomte de Labrosse, and a Mr. Althorp, a
soft civil sleepy-looking man, with a gentle voice,
an obsequious bend, a quiet stealthy gait, and a
peculiar heaviness of eye and demureness of ex*
pression.



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GRANBY.



Granby was introduced to them by Tyrrel as
a friend and relation, with a marked and flatter-
ing emphasis on the word " cousin." He was
treated by them with great politeness and atten-
tion. Mr. Althorp, in particular, shewed pecu-
liar deference to his opinion ; and such was the
civility and liveliness of the party, that the hours
glided pleasantly away. After wit and wine had
long and freely circulated, Tyrrel began to
think of some amusement. " There are just
four of us," he observed ; " Granby, you are a
whist player— what say you to a game .^"

" With all my heart; but I thought you were
going to the opera."

" Oh ! damn the opera — opera and ballet are
both as old as Adam, and it's Thursday night ;
nobody will be there. Let us have some whist.
Althorp — Labrosse — you both play."

They could both play a little, by their own
account ; so the card-table was wheeled round,
and down they sat to whist ; and Henry had for
his partner the Viscomte de Labrosse, The



GRANBY. 307

Stake was not what would be called high, at any
fashionable club, but it was higher than Granby
was accustomed to play, and this he ventured to
mention ; but he was soon made to understand,
that comparatively speaking, it was in reality so
infamously low, that except in a private way,
pour passer le temps, nobody " that was any
body *" would venture to play it ; and he was
therefore compelled to retract his observation.

They began to play, and Granby soon foimd
reason to think that it was no false modesty
which made the party, especially his opponents,
declare they could play only a Httle. Game
succeeded game, and he became a considerable
winner ; and this not always in consequence of
his own good cards or skill in the game, but
from the bad play of his opponents. His sleepy-
looking friend, except during the time that he
was Granby 's partner, appeared to play pecu-
liarly ill ; and yet there was a quiet adroitness
in his manner of dealing, shuffling, and going
through all the business of the card- table, which



308 GRANBY.

seemed to denote the practised player. Proba-
bly though unskilled in whist, he was in tlie
habit of playing a good deal at other games.
Tyn-el, rather unusually, as Granby thought,
took very good care that none of his blunders
should pass unobserved, and, as if out of hu-
mour, even blamed him without a cause, and
accused him, to Granby' s surprise, of an awk-
ward manner of dealing and shuffling. All this
Mr. Althorp bore with the most laudable good
humour — confessing that cards were not his
province ; and, as if hurried by a desire to do bet-
ter than well, he became really awkward, dropped
almost half the cards in shuffling, and made a
missed deal when it came to his turn.

Meanwhile Granby''s winnings increased, and
after he had four by honours in his own hand, it
was proposed by Tyrrel, that the stake should
be doubled. The Frenchman shrugged, and
talked of the run of luck against him ; but made
no real opposition. Mr. Althorp, who was now
Granby's partner, closed readily with the pro-



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posal. Granby alone objected Tyrrel looked
surprised, and hardly seemed to think him in
earnest.

" I had rather not play so high,'' persisted
Granby ; " it is a larger stake than I like to
play for.*"

" That is cautiously said for a winner like you.
Why, with your cards — (for a run of luck almost
invariably lasts the evening) — with your cards,
I would venture to play for four times the stake."
" But,'' said Henry, " I do not wish to win
from others what I cannot afford to lose myself."
*' A hberal sentiment, undoubtedly — a very
hberal one," said Mr. Althorp — " excellent in
theory; but, between ourselves, unknown in
practice. So now that we have applauded your
sentiment, as it certainly deserves, I am sure you
will indulge us in our little request.''

" I am sorry," said Granby, " tobe obliged to
say more ; but I really was serious in my first
refusal."

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310 GRANBY.

shilling," said Tjrrel, in a tone of half-pique,
" and will not give us our revenge."

" If you are so reduced," said Granby,
smiling, " you have less reason for doubling the
stake. But, as for giving you your revenge, if
you want to win your money back again, I shall
be happy" — (pulling out his watch)—" to give
you that opportunity for another hour ; but at
the same rate of pla}', if you please.*"

" My dear fellow," said Tyrrel, " you really
surprise me. To be so scrupulous I and a winner
too ! Now, what reason on earth can you pos-
sibly have for refusing to play, in a small quiet
party, at this very, very trifling stake — for it is
trifling comparatively."

*' I have told you my reasons," said Henry,
'* and I am sorry you should wish me to repeat
them. It is quite unnecessary, for they remain
the same. Pray, let the discussion end. I wiL
play on, as I told you, at the former stake :
You can have no objection to that ; and I have
an objection to any increase. Surely, we had



GBANBY. 311

much better do that in which all the party can
agree."

There was a firmness, mixed with the good-
humour of his refusal, which effectually pre-
cluded all further attacks. Mr. Althorp smiled
as obligingly as if, in following Granby's
will, he had been secretly gratifying his own.
Tyrrel, at first, was serious and silent ; but
soon roused himself, and was presently in -higher
spirits than before. The hour quickly rolled
away ; and Granby, much lightened of his pre-
vious winning.^, took his leave of tbera for the
evening.

He called upon Tyrrel the next day, and
something being said about his new acquaint-
ance, and particularly the obliging Mr. Althorp.
" Oh, ay — Althorp," said Tyrrel, carelessly —
'•' what do you think of him ? A quiet simple
creature — isn't he ? He'll never set the
Thames on fire ; but he is as good a fellow
as ever breathed. Oh, you'll like him amaz-
ingly"



312 GRANBY.

" Perhaps,'' said Granby, doubtingly, " I may
upon farther acquaintance.'"

" What ! don't you Hke him already,'' said
Tyrrel. " Gad ! you surprise me. Everybody
Hkes Jack Ahhorp."

" I dare say I am to biame," said Granby, " in
not hking him more than I do. But you know
my acquaintance with him has been very shght."

" True, so it has, and I hope you will im-
prove it."

" Certainly ; upon your recommendation."

" Oh, I don't press you — remember that ;
I only thought you would like to know him."

*' I shall be very glad, as a friend of yours.
Perhaps, you can give me his address."

" I can," said Tyrrel, and immediately wrote
it upon a card. " There's his address — but— no
— nothing —there it is. You need not call for a
day or two.'

Granby observed his hesitation, and was ra-
ther surprised, but took no notice, and so they
parted.



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CHAP. XXI.

L'on confie sou secret dans ramitie ; mais il echappe dans I'amour,

La Bruyere.

It is not to be supposed, that since the meet-
ing with Caroline at Mrs. Henley's, Granby's
mind had not frequently dwelt upon that event.
He often recounted to himself every circum-
stance, even the most trivial, by which her man-
ner was then characterized ; and he laboured to
draw from these slender materials some judg-
ment of the state of her feelings. He was deeply
plunged in this interesting study, and was aid-
ing his meditations with the long-treasured lock
of her hair, which lay on the table before him,
when Tyrrel's step was heard upon the stairs,
and he had scarcely time to cram it hastily into

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314* GRANBY.

his pocket, between the leaves of his pocket-
book, before the door was thrown open, and
his visitor entered.

After talking some little time about the other
day's Levee, Eton Montem, state of the odds for
the Derby and Oaks, a trotting-match on the
Richmond road, and sundry other topics of the
day, he came to the real purport of his visit, and
asked Granby if he had yet called upon Mr.
Althorp. Granby had not.

" Then you need not ; he is out of town. By
the bye, I gave you a wrong address ; will you
give it me again ? "

" I shall make no use of it, if it is a wrong
one ; but do you want the card again ? "

" Yes — ^yes, give it me,'** said Tyrrel, impa-
tiently ; '' where is it ? Of course you can find
it. I remember you put it into your pocket-
book ; just see if it is not there."

Granby took out his pocket-book, opened it,
found the card, and delivered it ; and at that
unlucky moment the lock of hair, which he had



GRANBY. 315

slid in, he did not know where, between the
leaves, dropped out, and fell on the ground.

" A prize, by Jove ! " said Tyrrel, seizing it ;
" a lock of hair, and a woman's too ; nay — keep
off — as I have got it, I'll see it ;'^ retreating all
the while with the lock.

" Pshaw, nonsense ! Tyrrel, what can you
want with it ! come, give it back."

" Not till I ve looked at it — I dare say the
name is in the paper."

" You will not find it."

" No more I can, so I'll trouble you to tell it me.^'

" Tell you ! not I."

" You won't .?'»

" Certainly not."

" Hem, hem — it is so, is it ?"" said Tyrrel.
" You are troubled with dehcacies on that head ?
Come, I'U guess, to break the ice. I think I
know the sort of person ; some damsel, retired
from the cares of the world, in a snug white
house, with Venetian blinds, an easy mile or two
out of town."'

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316 GllANBY.

Henry indignantly repelled the charge.

" Aye, that's right — look properly shocked ;
but you know, my fine fellow, honest people
will make strange guesses, if gay Lotharios, like
yourself, carry locks of hair in their pocket-
books, and are so shy of accounting for them."

" I am not obliged to account for them to
any one; but Til thank you, notwithstanding,
to be less free in your reflections upon the lady
whose hair it is."

" I humbly beg the incognito's pardon, with
all my heart and soul," said Tyrrel ; " but since
it is a modest flame, I think that, without any
prejudice to your prospects, you might contrive
to gratify my innocent wish for information. So,
who is your fair friend.?"

" I don't mean to tell you. Come, return it.''

" Softly, Sir, another look. If you won't tell
me, I shall try to guess."

" It is to no purpose."

" Is it not ? Let me see— I have it, Granby.
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GRANBY. 317

Miss Jermyn. Ha ! Pm right ! It is — it actually
is ; you have not the face to deny it."

It was with some reason he said this; for his
unexpectedly lucky guess seemed at once to elec-
trify Granby, who hastily restored the hair in
silence to the pocket-book, and did not attempt
even the faintest denial; while Tyrrel rubbed
his hands with triumphant glee, and freely in-
dulged in long and loud laughter.

" And pray, sweet Sir," continued he, " allow
me to ask, how long have you carried this costly
relic? and how was the rape of the lock con-
trived ? — was it a free gift, or a case of lover's
larceny? and was it ' stolen from the person,'
and ' in a dwelling-house,' or gratefully tendered
in the open air, embowered with myrtle, in the
presence of a conscious bed of heartease ?"

" You are asking an infinity of questions, not
one of which will have any answer."

'* Never mind, I can fancy it all. You first
carried her work-box by storm, and secured the
scissors ; then you introduced the subject with a
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318 GRANBY.

satire on hair-dressers, or said something a prO"
pos of ringlets; then talked of love- locks, and
'absence, 'and 'lasting memorials;' and then
you made bold to insinuate your request — l)eat-
ing the devil's tattoo all the while with your foot,
and looking, I warrant you, any way but the
right ; and then, after reasonable delay, she cut
off the lock with her own fair hands, and you
received it on one knee, after the manner of the
ancients, and she gave you the tip of her finger
to kiss ; and then — *"

" No more of this, for heaven's sake ; I can-
not bear much more provocation, so quit the
subject — "

" — And the room, eh ? Neither, by your
leave," throwing himself into an arm-chair ; " I
have a deal of curiosity to satisfy, and I don't
mean to quit this chair 'till I have heard both the
long and the short of this affair of yours But,
really, Granby, I had no suspicion of this at all :
and yet, now I know it, I can call to mind some
things that pa>ssed the other night, that I could



GRAN'BY. 319

not account for at the time. I remember you
looked as if you could have stabbed me, when I
only observed that the ladies had cut you. And
then, Lady Jermyn— I remember her face ;
warm and friendly, wasn't slie ? very ingra-
tiating in her manner, eh ?"

" It is past now ; it does not signify what she
was.'* '

" Oh no, not at all ; but I think I begin to
understand. The old she dragon guards the fruit
a little too closely — eh ? doesn't she ? Well,
well, it is a nice little golden pippin, really, and
well worth the watching, and the gathering too,
my boy ; and, if you are bent on a ' lass wi"" a
tocher,' I don't see how you can choose much
better.'"

" Your imagination is really very active; it
is a pity to check such flights of fancy ; but I
must take the liberty to remind you, that you
are making up a story that has not been sup-
ported by a single syllable from me."

" No, certainly, to do you justice, you have



320 GBANBY.

been confoundedly uncommunicative ; you have
said nothing, I verily beheve, that might not be
trumpeted at Charing-Cross. But you have de-
nied nothing — remember that ; and ' silence gives
consent,' you know ; so spare yourself the trou-
ble of explaining it away ; my mind is made up;
I see it all; and I'll leave you at parting an
old saw to work upon : ' Faint heart never won
fair lady.' So, my dear fellow," (slapping him
on the shoulder) " as this is the crisis of your
fate, be advised by a friend in need; adjust
your thoughts and your hair, your speech and
your cravat ; and then rise, go forth, and pro-
pose yourself.'**

" Enough of this, in all conscience, Tyrrel,"
said Granby, impatiently.

'• Or if," continued the other, without notic-
ing his manner, " you cannot pluck up courage,
intrust it to me, and I'll engage to propose
for you."

" You had better propose on your own ac-
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GRANBY. 321

'' You advise me, do you ?"

" Oh, certainly ; and set about it while you
think of it.*'

" Very well ; adieu," said Tyrrel, taking up
his hat.

" Stay one instant Tyrrel," said Granby,
who began to consider that as his companion
was now in )X)Ssession of the secret, it became
desirable to treat with him for the safe custody.
'' Stop one instant."

" Why what's in the wind now ?"

" I must request," pursued Granby, seriously,
" that you will never mention to any person
what has passed between us this morning."

" Well!'"" said Tyrrel, shaking him heartily
by the hand, *' I will promise truly and faith-
fully^ subscribe to articles in writing — do any-


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