United States or Germany ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"And, at any rate," Diavolo pursued, "it happened a good while ago, that business, and it's just as likely as not that it was Adam whom the devil first put up to a thing or two, and Eve got it out of him for I grant you that women are curious and then they both came a cropper together, and it was a case of six of one and half a dozen of the other.
"I must cut my nails," she remarked, giving a finishing touch to this labour of love, which made Diavolo rock on his chair, but he accepted her attentions as a matter-of-course, merely drawling: "Angelica is so energetical!" as he recovered his balance. Just at this moment the bishop bustled in.
When I am on the platform or otherwise engaged in Unwomanly pursuits outside the Sphere, I have to be more considerate." Some more chairs were brought out, one of which Diavolo placed beside me. "This is for you," he said to Evadne; "I know you like to be near the Don." Evadne flushed crimson. "Did you ever hear that story?" Angelica asked me. Evadne's embarrassment visibly increased.
"But, diavolo! you say the man has seen her where she is now, in spite of all Lady Lansmere's promises and Harley's precautions." "True. Of this Peschiera boasted to me. He effected it not, of course, openly, but in some disguise. I am sufficiently, however, in his confidence any man may be that with so audacious a braggart to deter him from renewing his attempt for some days.
After the twins had made their memorable apology, they were so impressed by the importance of the event that they determined to celebrate it in some special way. They wanted to do something really worthy of the occasion. "We'll do some good to somebody, shall we?" said Angelica. "Not unless there's some fun in it," said Diavolo. "Well, who proposed to do anything without fun in it?"
"Everybody is in bed," she added, "and I'm half inclined to return to the palace, and come back to-morrow in the carriage properly." "I shouldn't do that," said Diavolo, feeling that such a proceeding would be an inartistic anticlimax. "And it's to-morrow now, I should think." He raised himself on his elbow, and peered at the clock on the mantelpiece. Angelica held up the candle.
Across the lawn Diavolo. Good speed indeed! Scarcely five minutes since I heard him first till he stopped at the steps in the starlight, hoarsely panting "Galbraith! Galbraith!" "I am here, my boy! What is it?" "Come! Come to her at once! Colonel Colquhoun is dead."
The ascent from Ewarton, over the Monte Diavolo, is so splendid that I have made it five times for sheer delight in the view. Below lies St. Thomas-in-the-Vale, a splendid riot of palms, orange, and forest trees, and above it towers hill after hill, dominated by the lofty peaks of the Blue Mountains. It is a gorgeously vivid panorama, all in greens, gold, and vivid blues.
"You've forgotten the salt," snapped Angelica, His complacency vanished, and he retired apologetically to remedy the omission. "Do you remember the night you and Diavolo taught me where to find food in my father's house?" he asked when he returned.
Possible headlines from the morrow's newspapers danced before his eyes: "NERVOUS COLLAPSE OF MISS DIANA QUENTIN," "SIGNOR BARONI'S NEW PRIMA DONNA FAILS TO MATERIALISE." "Diavolo!" he exclaimed distractedly. "But what shall we do? What shall we do?" "What is the matter?"
Word Of The Day