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The men raved of her, and she, the faded little dowager duchess, disliked her accordingly. She had already outstayed the bounds of politeness, but being determined to gain her point said, languidly, to her hostess: "I really must trespass upon your kindness a little longer, dear Lady Esmondet, I wish so much to meet Miss Vernon."
"Consider the Continental on the programme, my dear Miss Vernon; Mr. Bertram's chef de cuisine will cater to the inner man," answered Trevalyon. "Women sometimes eat," said Vaura, demurely. "How gay the streets look," remarked Lady Esmondet, "it is always a fete day a Paris."
Lady Esmondet was in hopes her health would be materially benefitted, and was going, as we know, also for distraction's sake; Col. Haughton, as a benedict, was a new situation she had yet to grow accustomed to.
"A one, and it's too awfully funny he wasn't down. But I remember, whenever he and Mrs. Lady Esmondet and Vaura, exchanging glances, fell into deep thought, while Blanche and the small Baronet carried on a half-whispered conversation, with a yawning accompaniment from the young woman.
"You have no hotels at London to compare with ours of New York city, Lady Esmondet," she said. "You have, Mrs. Haughton, I believe, the verdict of the majority of the travelling public with you; though I have found the Langham, and others among our leading hotels, most comfortable."
I can then see what changes I shall make, and everything can be in readiness for us by November." "Delightful! how I wish Lady Esmondet and my niece, Vaura Vernon, were here to come with us." In spite of herself a cloud came to Kate's brow, and she said carelessly "Oh, I don't know, this trip is just as well taken by ourselves."
"Never mind, mamma," said Eveline, soothingly "Some one else can take his place, and perhaps Capt. Trevalyon will now be a baronet, and that will be so nice. You like him, so it will make it all right." "So it will," said Posey, drying her eyes, "if it's so, is it, Lady Esmondet?" "Yes, Lady Wyesdale, Capt. Trevalyon succeeds to the baronetcy."
Rousing herself, she says: "Lady Esmondet, ma chere, you should bury yourself in your couch instead of Truth, it grows late; and I am to take care of you." "In a few moments, dear, I am on something that interests me," she said, without raising her eyes from the paper. "And I," said Trevalyon, "am forgetting a friend in my apartments; lonely and alone in a strange place."
"Oh, I hardly know; he is a great good-natured creature; if his heart be proportioned to the rest of his frame, the future Lady O'Gormon will require to be intensely lovable." "The cards are quite artistic this year," said Lady Esmondet; "but of yours, I think the one from poor Marie Perrault the most recherchee."
I wonder what Lady Esmondet or Vaura would think of it, how lovely she would look standing in the Tower windows with the fresh air blowing her beautiful hair and her gown close about her; but I forget it is late, and I am dreaming, her hair will be confined in some womanly fashion and she is not for me, no, Mars, you and I are lonely wanderers," and the dog is patted, the lights are out while the weary man throws himself on his couch to pass a restless night with heavy sleep at sunrise.
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