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Updated: June 25, 2025


Lady Erpingham is the handsomest woman of her time: and, as if that were not enough, half the fine women in London admit you at their feet. Yet you are not happy." "Ay: but who is?" cried Godolphin, energetically. "I am," said Radclyffe, drily. "You! humph!" "You disbelieve me." "I have no right to do so: but are you not ambitious?

Celebrated for his great fortune, his personal beauty, and his general success, he resolved to fall in love with Lady Erpingham. He devoted himself exclusively to her; he joined her in the morning in her rides in the evening in her gaieties. He had fallen in love with her? yes! did he love her? not the least. But he was excessively idle! what else could he do?

The kind and familiar manner with which he answered her inquiries and congratulations was somewhat changed when he suddenly perceived Constance. Lord Erpingham was a cold man, and, like most cold men, ashamed of the evidence of affection.

Saville or Lady Erpingham so much as a picture or a ballet." "I am not sure of that," answered Saville, as he withdrew presently afterwards to a card-table, to share in the premeditated plunder of a young banker, who was proud of the honour of being ruined by persons of rank. In another part of the rooms Constance found a certain old philosopher, whom I will call David Mandeville.

At this period, some new dances were brought into England. These dances found much favour in the eves of several great ladies young enough to dance them. They met at each other's houses in the morning to practise the steps. Among these was Lady Erpingham; her house became the favourite rendezvous. The young Marquis of Dartington was one of the little knot.

As the servants left the room, and Lord Erpingham took his first glass of claret, the conversation fell upon Percy Godolphin. "He has been staying with us a whole fortnight," said Lady Erpingham; "and, by the by, he said he had met you in Italy, and mentioned your name as it deserved." "Indeed!

We have seen how his letter to Lady Erpingham miscarried: he had written no other. How strange to Constance must seem his conduct, after the scene of the avowal in the Siren's Cave: no excuse on the one hand, no explanation on the other; and now what explanation should he give?

Lady Erpingham is the handsomest woman of her time: and, as if that were not enough, half the fine women in London admit you at their feet. Yet you are not happy." "Ay: but who is?" cried Godolphin, energetically. "I am," said Radclyffe, drily. "You! humph!" "You disbelieve me." "I have no right to do so: but are you not ambitious?

On the third day after this invitation had been sent to the person I have last named, as Lady Erpingham and Constance were alone in the saloon, Mr. Percy Godolphin was announced. Constance blushed as she looked up, and Lady Erpingham was struck by the nobleness of his address, and the perfect self-possession of his manner.

And there was a fervour, a sincerity, in his voice and manner, that thrilled to the very heart of Lady Erpingham. She pressed his hand in silence. She thought afterwards over his words; but worldly life is not easily accessible to any lasting impressions save those of vanity and love. Religion has two sources; the habit of early years, or the process of after thought.

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