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On the morrow of his return to Muriel, the servant bringing in his letters, he seized one in the handwriting of Bertram, and, discarding the rest, devoured the communication of his friend, which was eventful. It seems that the Phoebus family had returned to England, and were at Brentham, and had been there a week. The family were delighted with them, and Euphrosyne was an especial favorite.
"Corisande's garden is, since your first visit to Brentham," said the duchess to Lothair. "No flowers are admitted that have not perfume. It is very old-fashioned. You must get her to show it you." It was agreed that after breakfast they should go and see Corisande's garden. And a party did go all the Phoebus family, and Lord and Lady St. Aldegonde, and Lady Corisande, and Bertram, and Lothair.
They say this Prince of Samos she is half betrothed to is attach to the Turkish embassy at Vienna, and is to visit England." "My nervous system is quite shaken," said the duchess. "I wish we could all go to Brentham. I mentioned it to Corisande this morning, and I was surprised to find that she wished to remain in town." "Well, we will decide nothing, my dear, in a hurry. St.
Although Lothair was the possessor of as many palaces and castles as the duke himself, it is curious that his first dinner at Brentham was almost his introduction into refined society.
Brentham was the original seat of his family, and he was even passionately fond of it; but it was remarkable how very short a period of his yearly life was passed under its stately roof.
'Ah! then you were so fortunate as to know the beauty before her début, said the Monsignore. 'Intimately; her brother is my friend. I was at Brentham last summer. Delicious place! and the most agreeable visit I ever made in my life, at least, one of the most agreeable. 'Ah! ah! said the Monsignore. 'Let me ring for some toast.
And yet it would be difficult to find a fairer scene than Brentham offered, especially in the lustrous effulgence of a glorious English summer. It was an Italian palace of freestone; vast, ornate, and in scrupulous condition; its spacious and graceful chambers filled with treasures of art, and rising itself from statued and stately terraces.
He had to escort the duchess to dinner. Her manner was of old days. "I thought you would like to meet your friends," she said. "It gives me much pleasure, but much more to find myself at Brentham." "There seems every prospect of Bertram being happy. We are enchanted with the young lady. You know her, I believe, well? The duke is highly pleased with her, father, Mr.
Brentham was a great riding family. In the summer season the duke delighted to head a numerous troop, penetrate far into the country, and scamper home to a nine-o'clock dinner. All the ladies of the house were fond and fine horse-women. The mount of one of these riding-parties was magical.
His memory, long in a state of apathy, or curbed and controlled into indifference, seemed endowed with unnatural vitality, reproducing the history of his past life in rapid and exhausting tumult. All its scenes rose before him Brentham, and Vauxe, and, Muriel and closing with one absorbing spot, which, for a long time, it avoided, and in which all merged and ended Belmont.
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