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Updated: June 4, 2025
He recollected distinctly that upon the Sunday before his accident, they had talked at lunch of Julian the Apostate, and Mrs. Cricklander had turned the conversation, and then had referred to the subject again at dinner with an astonishing array of facts, surprising him by her erudition.
Vincent Cricklander was the new tenant's name. The Long Man had himself taken her over the place when she first came down to look at it, and his report was that she was the most beautiful lady he had ever seen, and with an eye to business that could not be beaten. He held her in vast respect. Then Mr. Miller coughed; he had now come to the point of his discourse which made him nervous.
Cricklander had an amusing party of luminaries of both sides she was the most perfect hostess and had a remarkable talent for collecting the right people. "She is quite the best-read woman I have ever met, Master," John Derringham said. "You must let me bring her over here one day to see you you would delight in her wit and beauty. She does not leave you a dull moment."
Cricklander saw that a storm was gathering upon Mr. Hanbury-Green's brow and, admirable hostess that she was, she decided to smooth the troubled waters, so she went across the room to the piano, and began to play a seductive valse, while John Derringham followed her and leaned upon the lid, and tried to feel as devoted as he looked.
However, there was nothing to be done, and so they were whizzed off, while with the tail of her eye Cecilia Cricklander perceived that Lord Freynault had been displaced from Cora's side and was now stalking behind the other pair, beside Arabella Clinker. "What an extraordinary sight that was," she said to Sir Tedbury Delvine as they went along.
For he had learned beyond the possibility of any doubt that Mrs. Cricklander was, alas! not a lonely widow but had been divorced only a year or two ago. She had divorced her husband not he her he hastened to add, and then coughed again and got very red.
"Beginning to feel the noose already, poor lad?" "Er no, not exactly," and he turned round. "But I don't quite know what I ought to do about her Mrs. Cricklander." "A question of honor?" "I suppose so." The Professor grunted, and then chuckled. "A man's honor towards a woman lasts as long as his love. When that goes, it goes with it to the other woman." "You cynic!" said John Derringham.
He felt extremely miserable. Life, and all he held good in it, seemed to be over for him, and his financial position was absolutely desperate quite beyond any question of marriage it threatened to swamp his actual career. He felt impotent and beaten, lying there like a log unable to move. Mrs. Cricklander sent him another little note in the afternoon.
Only, it must be the very best of London, not the part of its society that anyone can struggle and push and pay to get into, but the real thing. She was "quite finished" with Vincent Cricklander, too, at this period; to see him play polo no longer gave her any thrill.
It followed then that John Derringham, having paid the price of much sorrow for all his mistakes, would now come into peace and her prayers, and exceptional advantages in having been allowed for years to learn the forces of nature, would be permitted to help him. That he would be obliged to marry Mrs. Cricklander would seem to be an overexaction, and not just.
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