In Hyde Park, in the course of an
hour, himself and Lord Cadurcis, attended by their friends, were to
meet.
'Well, there is nothing like having these affairs over,' said
Cadurcis; 'and to confess the truth, my dear Scrope, I should not much
care if Monteagle were to despatch me to my fathers; for, in the whole
course of my miserable life, and miserable, whatever the world may
think, it has been, I never felt much more wretched than I have during
the last four-and-twenty hours. By Jove! do you know I was going to
leave England this morning, and I have ordered my horses, too.'
'Leave England!'
'Yes, leave England; and where I never intended to return.'
'Well, you are the oddest person I ever knew, Cadurcis. I should have
thought you the happiest person that ever existed. Everybody admires,
everybody envies you. You seem to have everything that man can desire.
Your life is a perpetual triumph.'
'Ah! my dear Scrope, there is a skeleton in every house. If you knew
all, you would not envy me.'
'Well, we have not much time,' said Lord Scrope; 'have you any
arrangements to make?'
'None. My property goes to George, who is my only relative, without
the necessity of a will, otherwise I should leave everything to him,
for he is a good fellow, and my blood is in his veins.
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