She will be perfectly happy, for
she will forget for a while that she is chained for life to a husband
whom she does not love."
A silvery laugh from Honoria seemed to answer his thoughts, and to
confirm his suspicions. He little dreamed that laugh was assumed, in
order to deceive the malicious Lydia, who had just uttered a polite
little speech, intended to wound the mistress of Raynham.
The baronet kept his horse a little way behind the carriage, and
watched his wife with jealous and angry eyes.
Lydia Graham had taken her seat in the barouche, and there was now a
slight discussion as to the gentlemen who should accompany the two
ladies. Many were eager for the privilege, and the occasion was a
fitting one for the display of feminine coquetry. Miss Graham did not
neglect the opportunity; and after a little animated conversation
between the lady and a young fop who was heir to a peerage, the
lordling took his place opposite the fashionable beauty.
The second place still remained unoccupied. The baronet waited with
painful eagerness to see who would take this place, for amongst the
gentlemen grouped about the door of the carriage was Victor Carrington.
Sir Oswald had not to wait long. He ground his teeth in a sudden access
of jealous fury as he saw the young surgeon step lightly into the
vehicle, and seat himself opposite Lady Eversleigh.
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