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road, alarmed at the unusual sound of Lord Evelyn’s- 
merry laugh, had turned, and were still gazing in aston¬ 
ishment at the phaeton going up the park, when another 
equipage reached the entrance gates, containing two oc¬ 
cupants, almost as upright, and quite as cold, as the 
pillars through which they passed. These were our 
noble marquis and a friend of his (“ The Viscount,” as he 
was afterwards called by us ; Lord Evelyn’s friend being 
known as “ The Captain,”) very much resembling himself, 
both in the pallor of his countenance and in the haughty 
reserve of his demeanor. There they sat, straight and 
gloomy as a brace of Irish yews, which could not raise a 
berry—that is, a smile, between them. * * * 
After a short visit, the marquis and Lord Evelyn went 
away with their friends ; and rumors reached us from the 
servants’ hall, that the latter had left a brace of hearts be¬ 
hind them, in custody of my Lady Alice. The duke, it 
was said, regarded with complete approbation the suit of 
the viscount, who was heir to an ancient and wealthy earl¬ 
dom ; but the daughter preferred the guardsman. 
That there was some special attraction at the castle for 
these young gentlemen was evident from the fact that they 
both revisited it a few months after their departure, to- 
