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The countess watched him from her table, and, looking up at the earl, murmured: "Leycester is in one of his restless moods to-night." "Yes," he said, with a sigh. "What is it?--do you know?" "No," she said, calmly. "He was all right at dinner." "Why can he not behave like other people?" said the earl, sadly. "Can you fancy any other man leaving his father's guests and riding about the country?" "Leycester never was like any other," she said, not without a touch of pride. "He is as he is, and nothing can alter him."…