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FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end. THAT night Mrs. Leslie sought Lady Vargrave in her own room. As she entered gently she observed that, late as the hour was, Lady Vargrave was stationed by the open window, and seemed intently gazing on the scene below. Mrs. Leslie reached her side unperceived.
You know the late Lord Vargrave was a man of low birth. I believe she was a widow of his own rank; she lives quite in seclusion." "How d' ye do, Mr. Maltravers? So glad to see you," said the quick, shrill voice of Mrs. Hare. "Beautiful ball! Nobody does things like Lord Raby; don't you dance?" "No, madam." "Oh, you young gentlemen are so fine nowadays!"
Douce. Lord Vargrave, however bad a man he might be, had not many of those vices of character which belong to what I may call the personal class of vices, that is, he had no ill-will to individuals. He was not, ordinarily, a jealous man, nor a spiteful, nor a malignant, nor a vindictive man: his vices arose from utter indifference to all men, and all things except as conducive to his own ends.
Merton, observing that little or nothing of sentiment mingled with their familiar intercourse, felt perfectly at ease; and knowing that Maltravers had been intimate with Lumley, he naturally concluded that he was aware of the engagement between Evelyn and his friend. Meanwhile Maltravers appeared unconscious that such a being as Lord Vargrave existed.
However, she turned away, and saying, with a forced gayety, "Well, then, you will not desert us; we shall see you once more?" hurried down the steps to join her companions. SEE how the skilful lover spreads his toils. THE party had not long returned to the rectory, and the admiral's carriage was ordered, when Lord Vargrave made his appearance.
And Vargrave, perhaps, like most needy men, overrated the advantages he should derive from, and the servile opinions he should conciliate in, his new character of landed proprietor and wealthy peer. He was not insensible to the silent anguish that Evelyn seemed to endure, nor to the bitter gloom that hung on the brow of Lady Doltimore.
Lady A. and Lord B., and Lord Vargrave and your daughter, and Mr. Legard and Lord Doltimore, and Mrs. and the Misses Cipher; all the rest went the same day I did." "Indeed!" said Mrs. Merton, in some surprise. "Ah, I read your thoughts: you wonder that Miss Caroline has not come back, is not that it? But perhaps Lord Doltimore ha, ha! no scandal now do excuse me!" "Was Mr.
"Ah, that is a very probable solution of the mystery; and for my part, I am almost as much puzzled as any one else can be to know who Lady Vargrave was!" "Did not your uncle tell you?" "He told me that she was of no very elevated birth and station, nothing more; and she herself, with her quiet, say-nothing manner, slips through all my careless questionings like an eel.
By the way, now, there is a young lady of a proper age for you, handsome and clever, too." "You talk of antidotes to matrimony; and so Miss Cameron " "Oh, no more of Miss Cameron now, or I shall sit up all night; she has half turned my head. I can't help pitying her, married to one so careless and worldly as Lord Vargrave, thrown so young into the whirl of London.
Moreover, there was a Miss Biddy or Bridget Hobbs, a young lady of four or five and twenty, who was considering whether she might ask Lord Vargrave to write something in her album, and who cast a bashful look of admiration at the slim secretary, as he now sauntered into the room, in a black coat, black waistcoat, black trousers, and a black neckcloth, with a black pin, looking much like an ebony cane split half-way up.
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