Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
There is only de one place to live in, and that is London, for April, May, and June. Lady Clavering is not coming to London?" "Her little boy isn't quite the thing," said the captain. "Not quite de ting?" said the Franco-Pole in an inquiring voice, not exactly understanding the gentleman's language. "My little nephew is ill, and my sister does not think it wise to bring him to London."
The letter would not get itself written. He had not the hardihood to inform her that he had amused himself with her sorrows, and that he had injured her by the exhibition of his love. And then that horrid Franco-Pole, whose prying eyes Julia had dared to disregard, because she had been proud of his love! If she had not been there, the case might have been easier.
"It is all that," said the Franco-Pole, energetically; "every franc of it, beside the house! I know it. She told me herself. Yes. What woman would risk that, you know; and his life, you may say, as good as gone? Of course they were lies." "I don't think you understand her, Madame Gordeloup." "Oh, yes; I know her, so well. And love her oh, Mr. Clavering, I love her so dearly! Is she not charming?
No; Lady Ongar had already perceived that would not do. She would not quarrel with Sophie after that fashion. She would leave the Isle of Wight on the following morning early, informing Sophie why she did so, and would offer money to the little Franco-Pole, presuming that it might not be agreeable to the Franco-Pole to be hurried away from her marine or rural happiness so quickly.
Captain Clavering was heartily sorry that he had mentioned the fact of his sister-in-law being left at home at Clavering Park. It was most unfortunate. How could he make it understood that if he were married he would not think of shutting his wife up at Ongar Park? "Lady Clavering, you know, does come to London generally," he said. "Bah!" exclaimed the little Franco-Pole.
"Ah," said the little Franco-Pole, with an expression of infinite delight on her detestable visage, "ah, my dears, is it not well that I thus announce myself?" "No," said Lady Ongar, "it is not well. It is anything but well." "And why not well, Julie? Come, do not be foolish. Mr. Clavering is only a cousin, and a very handsome cousin, too. What does it signify before me?"
"As strong!" said the Franco-Pole. "A woman that has been married is always more admired than a meess." "Sophie, might I ask you and Captain Clavering to be a little less personal?" "There is noting I hate so much as your meeses," continued Madam Gordeloup; "noting! Your English meesses give themselves such airs. Now in Paris, or in dear Vienna, or in St. Petersburg, they are not like that at all.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking