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But the review in the 'Morning Breakfast Table' was theof Lady Carbury's book, as far as it ever was iven in the first chapter of this Tale, and was induced to make valuable promises which had been fully performed Thole columns had been devoted to the work, and the world had been assured that no htful mixture of amusement and instruction had ever been concocted than Lady Carbury's 'Criminal Queens' It was the very book that had been wanted for years It was a work of infinite research and brilliant iination co on of the paint At that lastLady Carbury had been very soft, very handsoood will, and it had been obeyed in the sa had been very real, there had also been some elation; and as a net result, Lady Carbury was disposed to think that her literary career ht yet be a success Mr Leadhaht probably lead the way to so about her, and her Tuesday evenings at hoenerally full But her literary life, and her literary successes, her flirtations with Mr Broune, her business with Mr Booker, and her crushing by Mr Alf's Mr Jones, were after all but adjuncts to that real inner life of hers of which the absorbing interest was her son And with regard to hi her hopes however to dohten her Even theman's expenses which had been effected under dire necessity had been of late abandoned Though he never told her anything, she beca season he had hunted nearly every day She knew, too, that he had a horse up in town She never saw him but once in the day, when she visited him in his bed about noon, and are that he was always at his club throughout the night She knew that he was ga of all pastierous But she knew that he had ready money for his iifted with a peculiar power of annoying their debtors, had ceased to trouble her in Welbeck Street For the present, therefore, she consoled herself by reflecting that his gaher source than this Froht it likely that Felix would carry off the great prize; and then,-- should he do that,--what a blessed son would he have been to her! How constantly in her triuet all his vices, his debts, his ga, his late hours, and his cruel treatht of it the bliss seereat for the possibility of realisation She was taught to understand that £10,000 a year, to begin with, would be the least of it; and that the ultiht probably be such as to land In her very heart of hearts she worshipped wealth, but desired it for him rather than for herself Then her mind ran away to baronies and earldolories of the boy whose faults had already nearly engulfed her in his own ruin