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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
CHAPTER IX.
Such was our fallen father's fate,
Yet better than mine own;
He shared his exile with his mate,
I'm banished forth alone.
Waller.
I will not attempt to describe the mixture of indignation and regret with which Ravenswood left the seat which had belonged to his ancestors. The terms in which Lady Ashton's billet was couched rendered it impossible for him, without being deficient in that spirit of which he perhaps had too much, to remain an instant longer within its walls. The Marquis, who had his share in the affront, was, nevertheless, still willing to make some ef-
