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Updated: June 29, 2025
The hail now came on fast and heavy, the trees groaned, the thunder roared; and in the large, dreary room there was a palpable and oppressive sense of coldness and discomfort. Valerie shivered a fire was lighted and the Frenchwoman drew near to it. "You are wet, my dear lady," said Lord Doningdale. "You should take off that close habit, and have it dried."
"I told you we should not get safely through the day," said George Herbert. "Now we are in for it." "George, that is a vulgar expression," said Lord Doningdale, buttoning up his coat. While he spoke, a vivid flash of lightning darted across their very path, and the sky grew darker and darker.
Meanwhile, the good old lord had summoned the chambermaid, and, with the kindly imperiousness of a father, made Valerie quit the room. The three gentlemen, left together, talked of the storm, wondered how long it would last, and debated the propriety of sending to Doningdale for the carriage.
"We may as well rest at the inn," said Maltravers: "the storm is coming on apace, and Madame de Ventadour " "You are right," interrupted Lord Doningdale; and he put his horse into a canter. They were soon at the door of the old hotel. Bells rang dogs barked hostlers ran.
Meanwhile, Lord Doningdale and his guests were shown into the room next to that tenanted by the lady. Properly speaking, both the rooms made one long apartment for balls and county meetings, and the division was formed by a thin partition, removable at pleasure.
Did you see Lord Doningdale stop it with a bow to me, as much as to say, with his courtly reproof, 'It shall not disturb you, madam'? I will no longer be accessory to your crime of bad taste!" With this the Frenchwoman rose, and, gliding through the circle, retired to the further end of the room. Ernest followed her with his eyes.
Madame de Ventadour had a younger sister, who had lately married a son of Lord Doningdale. The marriage had been solemnized in Paris, and Monsieur and Madame de Ventadour had been in England a week on a visit to the English peer. The rencontre was so sudden and unexpected that neither recovered sufficient self-possession for fluent conversation.
"We may as well rest at the inn," said Maltravers: "the storm is coming on apace, and Madame de Ventadour " "You are right," interrupted Lord Doningdale; and he put his horse into a canter. They were soon at the door of the old hotel. Bells rang dogs barked hostlers ran.
Maltravers, will you give Madame de Ventadour your arm?" said Lord Doningdale, as he stalked on to the dining-room with a duchess on his own. "And you have left Naples," said Maltravers: "left it for good?" "We do not think of returning." "It was a charming place how I loved it! how well I remember it!" Ernest spoke calmly it was but a general remark. Valerie sighed gently.
He could not help pitying the poor lady, when he found she was to live altogether at Doningdale Park remote from all the friends and habits of her childhood alone, so far as the affections were concerned, with a young husband, who was passionately fond of field-sports, and who, from the few words Ernest exchanged with him, seemed to have only three ideas his dogs, his horses, and his wife.
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