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Updated: May 13, 2025
The day was like none that Richard vividly remembered. It touched no link in the chain of his recollection. It was quiet, and belonged to the spirit of the season. Adrian had divined the character of the scrapings they were to meet. Brayder introduced them to one or two of the men, hastily and in rather an undervoice, as a thing to get over.
At this juncture the voice of a cavalier in the Row hailed them, proving to be the Honourable Peter Brayder, Lord Mountfalcon's parasite. He greeted them very cordially; and Richard, remembering some fun they had in the Island, asked him to dine with them; postponing his return till the next day. Lucy was his. It was even sweet to dally with the delight of seeing her. The Hon.
I called at your house and saw your man-servant, who said Mount had just been there. In a minute it struck me. I was sure Mount was after a woman, but it never struck me that woman was your wife. Then I saw why they wanted me to keep you away. I went to Brayder. You know how I hate him. I made love to the man to get it out of him.
I called at your house and saw your man-servant, who said Mount had just been there. In a minute it struck me. I was sure Mount was after a woman, but it never struck me that woman was your wife. Then I saw why they wanted me to keep you away. I went to Brayder. You know how I hate him. I made love to the man to get it out of him.
"What do they say in town?" he asked again. Brayder said the sole question was, whether it was maid, wife, or widow. "I'll go to her this evening," Mountfalcon resumed, after to judge by the cast of his face reflecting deeply. "I'll go to her this evening. She shall know what infernal torment she makes me suffer." "Do you mean to say she don't know it?" "Hasn't an idea thinks me a friend.
Now I am proud to confess that I'm hardly equal to the task. The demi, or damnedmonde if it's that lie wants him to observe is one that I leave not got the walk to." "Ha! ha!" laughed Brayder. "You do the keeping, I offer to parade the demi. I must say, though, it's a queer notion of the old gentleman." "It's the continuation of a philosophic plan," said Adrian.
He's not easily hoodwinked, you know. He resigns himself to his fate and follows other game." "Then the condition is, that I am to seduce this young man?" "My dear Bella! you strike your bird like a hawk. I didn't say seduce. Hold him in play with him. Amuse him." "I don't understand half-measures." "Women seldom do." "How I hate you, Brayder!" "I thank your ladyship." The two walked farther.
"Complimentary love-epistle!" he remarked, and rising from his chair and striding about, muttered, "The dog! how infamously he treats his wife!" "Very bad," said Brayder. "How did you get hold of this?" "Strolled into Belle's dressing-room, waiting for her turned over her pincushion hap-hazard. You know her trick." "By Jove! I think that girl does it on purpose.
Hearing his name called, the Hon. Peter turned about, and stretched an affable hand. "Is Mountfalcon in town?" said Richard taking the horse's reins instead of the gentlemanly hand. His voice and aspect were quite friendly. "Mount?" Brayder replied, curiously watching the action; "yes. He's off this evening." "He is in town?" Richard released his horse. "I want to see him. Where is he?"
The day was like none that Richard vividly remembered. It touched no link in the chain of his recollection. It was quiet, and belonged to the spirit of the season. Adrian had divined the character of the scrapings they were to meet. Brayder introduced them to one or two of the men, hastily and in rather an undervoice, as a thing to get over.
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