"
"I have, _ma chere_, and if the revelry at Haughton isn't too much, I
shall be able not only to stand, but enjoy the season; I feel very
strong, and had I had a happy life--I mean, dear, had I married where
my heart was--all would have been right; this 'eating out the heart
alone' is not good for one. I have taken all the tricks I could, and
made the most of the cards in my hand, but they have not been to my
liking."
"My hand shall follow my heart," said Vaura, earnestly; "how I wish
yours had, dear."
"Yes, it has been hard for me; but Fate, the dealer, is giving you
good cards."
"How think you, godmother; is the game ours?"
"You will win."
"How did you know?" she said, softly, coming over to Lady Esmondet,
and stooping to kiss her.
"By the great light in his eyes when he bade me adieu, and the
heart-shine in your own; it has been the wish, of my life lately; God
is giving you a paradise in life, dear."
"He is."
"This plot to damage Lionel's reputation is a something too mean,"
said Lady Esmondet indignantly; "in Mrs.
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