Mainwaring to grow very pale. A
consciousness of injury, which our readers will presently understand,
prevented her from offering assistance, but running over to Lucy, she
said, "I fear, Miss Gourlay, that Lady Emily is ill."
Lucy, who was all tenderness, left her brother, over whom she had been
weeping, and flew to her assistance just in time to prevent her from
falling off her chair. She had swooned. Water, however, and essences,
and other appliances, soon restored her; and on recovering she cast her
eyes about the room as if to search for some one. Lady Gourlay had her
arm round her, and was chafing her temples at the time. Those lovely
fawn-like eyes of hers had not far to search. Roberts, now young Sir
Edward Gourlay, had been standing near, contemplating her beautiful
features, and deeply alarmed by her illness, when their eyes met; and,
to the surprise of Lucy Gourlay, a blush so modest, so beautiful, so
exquisite, but yet so legible in its expression, took place of the
paleness which had been there before.
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