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Nobleman and parasite exchanged looks. "How d'ye mean?" Brayder hummed an air, and broke it to say, "He's in for Don Juan at a gallop, that's all." "The deuce! Has Bella got him?" Mountfalcon asked with eagerness. Brayder handed my lord a letter. It was dated from the Sussex coast, signed "Richard," and was worded thus: "My beautiful Devil !

Brayder put up his mouth and rapped the handle of his cane on his chin. "That's disagreeable, Mount. You don't exactly want to act in that character. You haven't got a diploma. Bother!" "Do you think I love her a bit less?" broke out my lord in a frenzy. "By heaven! I'd read to her by her bedside, and talk that infernal history to her, if it pleased her, all day and all night."

"My belief is, Brayder, that there are angels among women," said Mountfalcon, evading his parasite's eye as he spoke. To the world, Lord Mountfalcon was the thoroughly wicked man; his parasite simply ingeniously dissipated. Full many a man of God had thought it the easier task to reclaim the Hon. Peter. Lucy received her noble friend by firelight that evening, and sat much in the shade.

No; I should liken her to Diana emerged from the tutorship of Master Endymion, and at nice play among the gods. Depend upon it they tell us nothing of the matter Olympus shrouds the story but you may be certain that when she left the pretty shepherd she had greater vogue than Venus up aloft." Brayder joined them. "See Mrs. Mount go by?" he said. "Oh, that's Mrs. Mount!" cried Adrian. "Who's Mrs.

Their ideas seem to have a special relationship in the peculiarity of stopping where they have begun. Young Tom Blaize with vantage would be Lord Mountfalcon. Even in the character of their parasites I see a resemblance, though I am bound to confess that the Hon. Peter Brayder, who is my lord's parasite, is by no means noxious. "This sounds dreadfully democrat. Pray, don't be alarmed.

He had recognized his superb Bellona in the lady by the garden window. For Brayder the men had nods and yokes, the ladies a pretty playfulness. He was very busy, passing between the groups, chatting, laughing, taking the feminine taps he received, and sometimes returning them in sly whispers. Adrian sat down and crossed his legs, looking amused and benignant. "Whose dinner is it?"

You talk of this little woman as if she and other women were all of a piece. I don't see anything I gain by this confounded letter. Her husband's a brute that's clear." "Will you leave it to me, Mount?" "Be damned before I do!" muttered my lord. "Thank you. Now see how this will end: You're too soft, Mount. You'll be made a fool of." "I tell you, Brayder, there's nothing to be done.

He ventured to remark that they were going the wrong way. "It'd the right way," cried Richard, and his jaws were hard and square, and his eyes looked heavy and full. Ripton said no more, but thought. The cabman pulled up at a Club. A gentleman, in whom Ripton recognized the Hon. Peter Brayder, was just then swinging a leg over his horse, with one foot in the stirrup.

Isn't it enough to make a fellow mad? and there am I lecturing like a prig, and by heaven! while I'm at it I feel a pleasure in it; and when I leave the house I should feel an immense gratification in shooting somebody. What do they say in town?" "Not much," said Brayder, significantly. "When's that fellow her husband coming down?" "I rather hope we've settled him for life, Mount."

Brayder followed the curvings of the whiff of his cigar with his eyes, and ejaculated, "Infernally philosophic!" "Has Lord Mountfalcon left the island?" Adrian inquired. "Mount? to tell the truth I don't know where he is. Chasing some light craft, I suppose. That's poor Mount's weakness. It's his ruin, poor fellow! He's so confoundedly in earnest at the game."