Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
And yet, even you might pity the poor fellow to-day, Gwendoline, if you saw him. Mary, dear, is all this Greek and Hebrew to you? You were in your Parisian pensionnat, I remember, when it all happened. You don't know the romantic and mysterious story of Sir Victor Catheron, Bart." "I never heard the name before, that I recall," answered Miss Howard. "Then pine in ignorance no longer.
Why, there was Granville Kelmscott, even a young fellow of means, and the heir of Tilgate, about whom Gwendoline was always moaning and groaning, poor girl, and wouldn't be comforted there was Granville Kelmscott gone out to Africa, and, hi, presto, disappeared into space without a vapour or a trace, like a conjurer's shilling. It was all very queer; but, then, queer things are the way in Africa.
"Girl," said the earl sternly, "I care not for the man's riches. How much has he?" "Fifteen million two hundred and fifty thousand dollars," answered Gwendoline. Lord Oxhead leaned his head against the mantelpiece. His mind was in a whirl. He was trying to calculate the yearly interest on fifteen and a quarter million dollars at four and a half per cent reduced to pounds, shillings, and pence.
Loram's by stating that her name was Augustina Gwendoline Dobbs, and that she was housemaid to Mr. George Hurst, of "The Poplars," Eltham. "Mr. Hurst lives alone, I believe?" said Mr. Loram. "I don't know what you mean by that," Miss Dobbs began; but the barrister explained: "I mean that I believe he is unmarried?" "Well, and what about it?" the witness demanded tartly.
"I have managed to interest her after all, have I not?" For Lady Gwendoline sat erect, her turquoise eyes open to their widest extent, a look akin to excitement in her apathetic face. "But, Portia Sir Victor! I thought it was an understood thing he did not come to England?" "He does, it appears. I certainly had the honor and happiness of shaking hands with him not fifteen minutes ago.
Her eyes, her beauty, her wit, her grace, her ton, caused a perfect fureur of admiration or envy. Introduced by the Duchess of Fitzbattleaxe, along with her Grace's daughters, the Ladies Gwendoline and Gwinever Portcullis, the heiress's regal beauty quite flung her cousins' simple charms into the shade, and blazed with a splendor which caused all "minor lights" to twinkle faintly.
Give it to me, Edie; turquoise does not become your brown skin, my dear, and I'll give you a ruby pin with Sir Victor's instead. Perhaps, as turquoise does become her, Lady Gwendoline will accept this as love's first timid offering. The rubies will do twice as well for you." He stretched out his hand to unfasten it. She sprang back, her cheeks flushing at his touch. "You shall not have it!
Then had come the evening that Gwendoline loved to live over and over again in her mind when Edwin had asked her in his straightforward, manly way, whether subject to certain written stipulations to be considered later she would be his wife: and she, putting her hand confidingly in his hand, answered simply, that subject to the consent of her father and pending always the necessary legal formalities and inquiries she would.
"It serves him right," said Lady Gwendoline, her pale eyes kindling. "I am almost glad to hear it." Her faded face wore a strangely sombre and vindictive look. Lady Portia, with her head on one side, set her bonnet-strings geometrically straight, and smiled maliciously. "Ah, no doubt perfectly natural, all things considered.
"Why do I marry him?" she repeated. "Well a little because of his handsome face and stately bearing, and the triumph of carrying off a prize, for which your Lady Gwendoline and half a score more have battled. A little because he pleads so eloquently, and loves me as no other mortal man did, or ever will; and oh!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking