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Her husband had taken the advance with Miss Fancourt, and this pair were quite out of sight. It was the prettiest of rambles for a summer afternoon a grassy circuit, of immense extent, skirting the limit of the park within. The park was completely surrounded by its old mottled but perfect red wall, which, all the way on their left, constituted in itself an object of interest. Mrs. St.
Fancourt sent self-conscious glances down the table towards Gaston; and then a young American, newly come to Paris, said: "Who's Zoug-Zoug, and what's Zoug-Zoug?" "It's milk for babes, youngster," answered Bagshot quickly, and changed the conversation.
It was his way to force things to his liking, if possible; and he wanted to hear about the woman why, he did not ask himself. The new arrival, Fancourt by name, kept looking at him quizzically. Gaston presently said that he would visit the menagerie and see this famous dompteuse that afternoon. "She's a brick," said Bagshot.
"I don't know what you mean," said Miss Fancourt, who looked grave. "I mean as compared with being a person of action as living your works." "But what's art but an intense life if it be real?" she asked. "I think it's the only one everything else is so clumsy!" Her companion laughed, and she brought out with her charming serenity what next struck her.
"Give her a shot!" cried the captain, "to prove her." Scarcely had the flash been seen than a whole broadside fired by the enemy came rattling on board the Triton. It was returned by the British crew. Broadside after broadside was given and received. In vain Captain Fancourt endeavoured to haul either ahead or astern of the enemy to rake her.
Such things were not the full measure, but he nevertheless felt a little proud for literature. Before a week had elapsed he met Miss Fancourt in Bond Street, at a private view of the works of a young artist in "black-and-white" who had been so good as to invite him to the stuffy scene.
Three or four young men, among whom was Paul Overt, also availed themselves of the common convenience; but they stood in the portico of the house and saw the others roll away. Miss Fancourt got into a victoria with her father after she had shaken hands with our hero and said, smiling in the frankest way in the world, "I must see you more. Mrs. St.
In the case before us, Lady Fancourt and Agatha the two characters on whom our interest is centred are deprived of all share in one of the crucial moments of the action. Whether the actual disclosure was made by the mother or by the daughter, there ought to have been a great scene between the two, in which the mother should have insisted that, by one or other, the truth must be told.
It is a long way, and we shall not an we do not hurry get home before daybreak." Lord Fancourt had perforce to go. The moment he had disappeared, Chauvelin slipped into the room, and the next instant stood calm and impassive by her side. "You have news for me?" he said.
The commands of a beautiful woman are binding on all mankind, even on Cabinet Ministers. Lord Fancourt prepared to obey instantly. "I do not like to leave your ladyship alone," he said. "Never fear. I shall be quite safe here and, I think, undisturbed . . . but I am really tired. You know Sir Percy will drive back to Richmond.
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