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"We feel complimented that you prefer our society to those very ecclesiastical looking quarters of yours," said Lady Esmondet. "And where the ancient fathers look from the walls in wonderment at the priest of to-day, as he pores over printed records of their bygone lives." "Why, Vaura, how did you know that the pictured fathers grace the walls of my humble retreat?" "From Isabel."
"Her bow was a feeler to find out where she is, in society, or out," said Lady Esmondet; "and," she continued, "we are to blame; we show her every day that the mighty god society accepts gold." The suite of apartments at the de Hauteville mansion in which the family received, were a scene of almost unrivalled splendour.
"Yes, Vaura, dear, Tennyson says truly, 'we men are a little breed." But a warmer light deepens in Vaura's eyes as a vision of a handsome face, wearing at times a weary look, flashes across her memory, and she thinks some men are worth loving, and are not of the "little breed." "What a bold-looking woman; I wonder who she is," said Lady Esmondet.
"My dear friend and darling Vaura, how glad, glad I am to see you both; you give the place quite a home look; Mrs. Haughton, Lady Esmondet and my niece Vaura, and here is my wife's step-daughter, Miss Tompkins, a devotee of the American Eagle, and Sir Tilton Everly." "I should say so," said Blanche, "our Eagle would make short work of the furs of your Lion and not lose a feather."
"What a kind little wife I am winning; Trevalyon deserves that I should deny myself by leaving you too soon, for the content he brought me in your message, especially as he is feeling cut up about having missed seeing Lady Esmondet and my niece yesterday afternoon and evening."
Had Haughton not been blind and have married my friend what a paradise the Hall would have been to me? Until Vaura married I must always remember that contingency. 'Tis absurd of dear Lady Esmondet wishing me to range myself, she knows my resolve not to wed is as earnest as though I was in the garb of a monk.
On the morning of the de Hauteville ball, Trevalyon broke his fast somewhat earlier than usual, purposing to indulge in a long ride. In passing the salon of Lady Esmondet and Vaura, the door of which had been pushed open by his dog Mars half an hour previously.
"With Delrose!" exclaimed Trevalyon, now fully aroused; "is Delrose at Haughton?" and as he spoke he gave a swift glance at Lady Esmondet, who thought silently, "Delrose, the man who was mixed up in some way with Lionel in the Fanny Clarmont scandal; there will be mischief." "No, left same train as I did, very unwillingly though; extracted a promise from Mrs.
"Ah, that is too bad; I enjoy anticipation, and should like to dwell on the thought of many pleasant hours with you and Miss Vernon." "We shall be able to manage many hours together at all events, for we can patronize the same hotel," replied Lady Esmondet. "It is that I know such pleasant arrangement to be impossible that I speak, some friends having taken a French flat for me."
The afternoon is occupied until it is time to dress for dinner by visitors. With dinner comes Lady Esmondet, Trevalyon not having returned it is a tete-a-tete affair; afterwards in the salons, the conversation drifts from fair Italia, the after-luncheon visitors, and the London Times to Lionel.
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