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I'm married, and I no more feel allegiance, as they call it, than if there never had been a ceremony and no Jacob Blathenoy was in existence. And why I should go to him! But you shan't be troubled. I did not begin to live, as a woman, before I met you. I can speak all this to you because we women can't be deceived in that you are one of the men who can be counted on for a friend.
Carling: capital claret. Emptiness was in the reply. Victor curbed himself and said: 'By the way, you're not likely to have dealings with Blathenoy. The fellow has a screw to the back of a shifty eye; I see it at work to fix the look for business. I shall sit on the Board of my Bank. One hears things. He lives in style at Wrensham.
'He spent his honeymoon at his place at Wrensham; told me so. Blathenoy had therefore then heard of the building of Lakelands by the Victor Radnor of the City; and had then, we guess in the usual honeymoon boasting of a windbag with his bride wheezed the foul gossip, to hide his emptiness and do duty for amusement of the pretty little caged bird. Probably so.
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 talked to her on the pillow, just a few sentences; and, unlike himself, a word of City affairs: 'That fellow Blathenoy, with his increasing multitude of bills at the Bank: must watch him there, sit there regularly. One rather likes his wife. By the way, if you see him near me to-morrow, praise the Spanish climate; don't forget. He heads the subscription list of Lady Blachington's Charity.
His eyes of strong dark blue colour and the foreign swarthiness of his brows and cheeks and neck mixed the familiar and the strange, in the sight of the women who knew him. The bill-broker's fair-tressed young wife whispered of curiosity concerning him to Nataly. He dressed like a sailor, he stood like a soldier: and was he married? Yes, he was married. Mrs. Blathenoy imagined a something in Mrs.
She was not aware that she dealt a hurt until she had found a small consolation in the indulgence: for Captain Dartrey Fenellan admired this commanding figure of a woman, who could not legally say that which the woman he admired less, if at all, legally could say. 'I must leave you to interpret, Nataly remarked. Mrs. Blathenoy resented her unbefitting queenly style.
Durance, where is Captain Dartrey? Mrs. Blathenoy had just conducted her husband through a crowd, for an introduction of him to Captain Dartrey. That was perceptible. Dudley Sowerby followed Nesta closely: he struck across the path of the Rev. Septimus: again he had the hollow of her ear at his disposal. 'Mr. Radnor was excellent.
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!
A word in his ear from Fenellan, touching that man Blathenoy, set the wheels of Victor's brain at work upon his defences, for a minute, on the walk Westward. Who knew? who did not know!
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