“They should not put such things in the papers,” said Mrs. Horton, “to tempt young women to their ruin.” The word ruin grated upon Lord Elmwood’s ear, and he said to the servant who came to wait on him, while he supped, “Take the supper away.” He had not attempted either to eat, or even to sit down; and he now walked backwards and forwards in the room, lost in thought and care.
A little time after, one of Miss Milner’s footmen came in upon some occasion, and Mr. Sandford said to him, “Pray did you attend your lady to the masquerade?”
“Yes, Sir,” replied the man.
Lord Elmwood stopped himself short in his walk, and said to the servant, “You did?”
“Yes, my Lord,” replied he.
He walked again.
“I should like to know what she was dressed in,” said Mrs. Horton: and turning to the servant, “Do you know what your lady had on?”
“Yes, Madam,” replied the man, “she was in men’s clothes.”
“How!” cried Lord Elmwood.
“You tell a story, to be sure,” said Mrs. Horton to the servant.