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Luckless fellows might be victims of the disease; he was not; and neither Captain Oxford, nor Vernon, nor De Craye, nor any of his compeers, had given him one shrewd pinch: the woman had, not the man; and she in quite a different fashion from his present wallowing anguish: she had never pulled him to earth's level, where jealousy gnaws the grasses.
The scratch was so sudden, so fierce, so feline that for a moment Lady St. Craye could only look blankly at her hostess. Then she recovered herself enough to say: "Oh, I'm so sorry! Was I asking a lot of questions? It's a dreadful habit of mine, I'm afraid, when I'm interested in people." Betty scratched again quite calmly and quite mercilessly. "It's quite natural that Mr.
"You drink claret," he remarked to them, passing it round. "Port, I think, Doctor Middleton? The wine before you may serve for a preface. We shall have your wine in five minutes." The claret jug empty, Sir Willoughby offered to send for more. De Craye was languid over the question. Vernon rose from the table. "We have a bottle of Doctor Middleton's port coming in," Willoughby said to him.
"There's a regiment of us on view and ready for inspection." Colonel De Craye bowed to her, but she would not be foiled. "Miss Middleton's admirers are always on view." said he. "Are they to be seen?" said Lady Busshe. Clara made her face a question, with a laudable smoothness. "The wedding-presents," Lady Culmer explained. "No."
Craye felt absolutely defenceless. Besides, what did it matter?" "Mr. Vernon," she said. "Ah, now we're getting to the horses! My dear child, don't look so guilty. You're not the first; you won't be the last especially with eyes the colour his are. And so you hate Betty?" "No, I don't. I should like to tell you all about it all the truth." "You can't," said Miss Desmond, "no woman can.
He shrugged anew when she said: "My character would have been degraded utterly by my staying there. Could you advise it?" "Certainly not the degradation of your character," he said, black on the subject of De Craye, and not lightened by feelings which made him sharply sensible of the beggarly dependant that he was, or poor adventuring scribbler that he was to become.
I perceived clearly that this cove was one of the world's wonders, the sort no home should be without. "Thank you, sir. My name is Jeeves." "You can start in at once?" "Immediately, sir." "Because I'm due down at Easeby, in Shropshire, the day after tomorrow." "Very good, sir." He looked past me at the mantelpiece. "That is an excellent likeness of Lady Florence Craye, sir.
He had been soothed by thinking of his personal advantages over De Craye, and he felt assured that if he could be solitary with his eccentric bride and fold her in himself, he would, cutting temper adrift, be the man he had been to her not so many days back. Considering how few days back, his temper was roused, but he controlled it. They were slightly dissenting as De Craye stepped into the hall.
But he was one with the poet upon that prevailing theme of verse, the charms of women. He was, to his ill-luck, intensely susceptible, and where he led men after him to admire, his admiration became a fury. He could see at a glance that Horace De Craye admired Miss Middleton.
Everything is possible of him: they were together, I know. Colonel De Craye, I have not the slightest chance of concealment with you. I think I felt that when I first saw you. Will you let me hear why you are so certain?" "Miss Middleton, when I first had the honour of looking on you, it was in a posture that necessitated my looking up, and morally so it has been since.
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