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Fenellan, with the usual apologetic moderation of a second statement, thought 'there was the look of it. 'Well, we must watch over her. Dartrey! but Dartrey's an honest fellow with women. But men are men. Very few men spare a woman when the mad fit is on her. A little woman-pretty little woman! wife to Jacob Blathenoy! She mustn't at her age have any close choosing under her hand.
Nesta wondered at Dartrey Fenellan for staying so long with Mr. and Mrs. Blathenoy. 'Ah, Mr. Sowerby, if I am to have flattery, I cannot take it as a milliner's dumb figure wears the beautiful dress; I must point out my view of some of my merits. 'Oh! do, I beg, Miss . . . You have a Christian name and I too: and once . . . not Mr. Sowerby: yes, it was Dudley!,
Anything about wives, forces me to think of myself my better self! 'I had to hear of it first from Mrs. Blathenoy. 'You've heard of duels in dark rooms: that was the case between Blathenoy and me last night for an hour. She feigned somnolent fatigue over her feverish weariness of heart. He kissed her on the forehead.
He and Victor had once admired that blatancy. Mr. Pempton appeared, according to anticipation. He sat himself beside Priscilla. Entered Mrs. John Cormyn, voluminous; Mrs. Peter Yatt, effervescent; Nataly's own people were about her and she felt at home. Mrs. Blathenoy pushed a small thorn into it, by speaking of Captain Fenellan, and aside, as if sharing him with her.
Splendid weather, Colonel Corfe. 'Superb toilettes! The colonel eyed Mrs. Blathenoy dilatingly, advanced, bowed, and opened the siege. She decided a calculation upon his age, made a wall of it, smilingly agreed with his encomium of the Concert, and toned her voice to Fenellan's comprehension: 'Did it occur recently? 'Months; in Africa; I haven't the date.
Amateurs, they are not to be named: perfect musicians. Mr. Radnor is the perfection of a host. Yes, yes; Mrs. Radnor; Miss Radnor too: delicious voices; but what is it about Mr. Radnor so captivating! He is not quite English, yet he is not at all foreign. Is he very adventurous in business, as they say? 'Soundest head in the City of London, Mr. Blathenoy remarked.
That little man is your upper lip underrateing him? . . . When a lady's lip is erratically disdainful, it suggests a misuse of a copious treasury, deserving to be mulcted, punished how? who can say? that little man, now that little man, with a lift of his little finger, could convulse the Bacon Market! Mrs. Blathenoy shook. Hearing Colonel Corfe exclaim: 'Bacon Market! she let fly a peal.
He and Victor had once admired that blatancy. Mr. Pempton appeared, according to anticipation. He sat himself beside Priscilla. Entered Mrs. John Cormyn, voluminous; Mrs. Peter Yatt, effervescent; Nataly's own people were about her and she felt at home. Mrs. Blathenoy pushed a small thorn into it, by speaking of Captain Fenellan, and aside, as if sharing him with her.
'Quite accidentally, and a world of pardons entreated. 'And Dudley begged Dudley might be Dudley always ! He was deepening to the Barmby intonation apparently Cupid's; but a shade more airily Pagan, not so fearfully clerical. Her father had withdrawn Dartrey Fenellan from Mr. and Mrs. Blathenoy. Dr. Schlesien was bowing with Dartrey.
Certainly a man like Jacob Blathenoy was a mouthful for any woman: and he had bought his wife, he deserved no pity. Not? Probably not. That view, however, is unwholesome and opens on slides. Pity of his wife, too, gets to be fervidly active with her portrait, fetches her breath about us.
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