"I am glad I was
in time. I followed when I found she had slipped away from Lady
Belamour's, knowing that her curiosity is only equalled by her spite.
By Jove, it is well that her nails did not touch that angel face!"
Aurelia could only curtsey and thank him, hoping within herself that
Lady Belle would soon recover, and wondering how he had let himself
in. There was something in his manner of examining her with his eyes
that made her supremely uncomfortable. He uttered fashionable
expletives of admiration under his breath, and she turned aside in
displeasure, bending down to Fidelia. He went on, "You must be
devilishly moped in this dungeon of a place! Cannot we contrive
something better?"
"Thank you, sir, I have no complaint to make. Permit me to see
whether the Lady Arabella is better."
"I advise you not. Those orbs are too soft and sparkling to be
exposed to her talons. 'Pon my honour, I pity young Belamour.
But there is no help for it, and such charms ought not to be wasted
in solitude on his account. These young lads are as fickle as the
weather-cock, and have half-a-dozen fancies in as many weeks.
Come now, make me your friend, and we will hit on some device
for delivering the enchanted princess from her durance vile."
"Thank you, sir, I promised Lady Belamour to make no attempt to
escape.
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