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Lawrence Finchley and Lord Adderwood; Sir John Randeller and Lady Staines; Mrs. May, Amy May, notorious wife of a fighting captain, the loneliest of blondes; and other ladies, other gentlemen, Mr. Morsfield in the list, paired or not yet paired: gossip raged. Aminta was of a disposition too generously cordial to let her be the rigorous critic of people with whom she was in touch.
The earl turned from him to greet Lord Adderwood and a superior officer of his Profession, on whom he dropped a frigid nod. He held that all but the rank and file, and a few subalterns, of the service had abandoned him to do homage to the authorities. The Club he frequented was not his military Club.
Eglett opined. But he had been impressed. He relieved his mind on the subject in a communication to Lord Adderwood; who habitually shook out the contents of his to Mrs.
'Adder conveyed the information of her husband's flight to the consolable Amy, said Mrs. Lawrence. 'He had to catch the coach for Dover, Adderwood explained. 'His wife was at a dinner-party. I saw her at midnight. 'Fair Amy was not so very greatly surprised? 'Quite the soldier's wife! 'She said she was used to these little catastrophes. But, Adder, what did she say of her husband?
She beckoned Aminta to follow her; and, with a smirk of indulgent fun, commended Lord Adderwood to a study of Selina Collett's botany-folios, which the urbanest of indifferent gentlemen had slid his eyes over his nose to inspect before the lunch. 'You ought to know what is going on in town, my dear Aminta.
'You are one of the woman's dupes. I thought you had brains. How can you be the donkey not to see that my brother Rowsley, Lord Ormont, would never let a woman, lawfully bearing his name, go running the quadrille over London in couples with a Lady Staines and a Mrs. Lawrence Finchley, Lord Adderwood, and that man Morsfield, who boasts of your Lady Ormont, and does it unwhipped -tell me why?
There you have the secret of the subjection of women: they can hold their own, and a bit more, when they've no enemy beating inside." "Hearts! ah, well, it's possible. I don't say no; I've not discovered them," Lord Adderwood observed. They are rarely discovered in the haunts he frequented. Her allusion to Mrs.
Now we are going to have a kind of bitter, clawed, forked female, in vestments over breeches. "How do you like that bundling of the sexes?" Lord Adderwood liked the lines of division to be strictly and invitingly definite. He was thinking, as he reviewed the frittered appearance of the Rev.
In the street of elegant shops they met Lord Adderwood, and he, as usual, appeared in the act of strangling one of his flock of yawns, with gentlemanly consideration for the public. Exercise was ever his temporary specific for these incurables. Flinging off his coat, he cast away the cynic style engendering or engendered by them. He and Weyburn were for a bout. Sir John Randeller and Mr.
'Adder conveyed the information of her husband's flight to the consolable Amy, said Mrs. Lawrence. 'He had to catch the coach for Dover, Adderwood explained. 'His wife was at a dinner-party. I saw her at midnight. 'Fair Amy was not so very greatly surprised? 'Quite the soldier's wife! 'She said she was used to these little catastrophes. But, Adder, what did she say of her husband?
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