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Rousing himself, he cantered through the gate, and hastened to his
quarters.
Now, it was some time since L'Isle's servants had picked up the
notion, that in no way could they please him half so well as by
obeying the slightest hint from Lady Mabel. So his man came promptly
out, armed with her note, and thrust it into his hand before he had
left the saddle. Entering his quarters hastily, he broke it open, and
read it with infinite satisfaction.
(Lady Mabel Stewart sends her compliments to Col. L'Isle. She has a
presentment that her pleasant sojourn in Elvas draws to its end. Like
Mrs. Shortridge, she is ambitious to leave among her Portuguese
friends, the most favorable recollection of herself. So to-night she
will spare no pains, but will dress, look, sing and act her best, and
be as agreeable as she can to the natives at Mrs. Shortridge's house.
She relies, confidently, on Col. L'Isle's attending her as
interpreter, and saying a thousand witty and pleasant things in her
name. This, too, may be her last opportunity of thanking him for the
many, many delightful excursions enjoyed under his guidance and
protection. She may never repeat, but can never forget them!)
This note relieved L'Isle of a load of anxiety.
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