Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 7, 2025
But, even while she thus played with and rejoiced in them, remembrance of their owner came back to her, his maiming, as against their perfection of finish, the lamentable disparity between his physical equipment and theirs. Honoria's expression lost its nonchalant gaiety.
When Geoffrey entered the drawing-room there were no fewer than five of them, to say nothing of two stray ladies, all superbly dressed and sitting metaphorically at Honoria's very pretty feet. Otherwise their contributions to the general store of amusement did not amount to much, for her ladyship did most of the talking. Geoffrey introduced Mr. Granger, whom Honoria could not at first remember.
I propose to educate the Row in the grace of pity. It may lay up merit by due exercise of that." Richard took off his hat and rode bareheaded, looking away into the delicious, green gloom. Here, where the wood was thickest, oak and beech shutting out the sky, clasping hands overhead, the ground beneath them deep in moss and fern, that gloom was precisely like the colour of Honoria's eyes.
Which should she read first? In a moment Beatrice had made up her mind. She would face the worst at once. With a set face she opened Lady Honoria's letter, unfolded it, and read. We already know its contents. As her mind grasped them her lips grew ashy white, and by the time that the horrible thing was done she was nigh to fainting. Anonymous letters! oh, who could have done this cruel thing?
A little red-haired, pale-faced man staggered in. "Why, Garsington, is it you? What do you want at this hour?" "Screw yourself up, Bingham, I've something to tell you," he answered in a thick voice. "What is it? another disaster, I suppose. Is somebody else dead?" "Yes; somebody is. Honoria's dead. Burnt to death at the ball." "Great God! Honoria burnt to death. I had better go "
She looked up suddenly, her face irradiated by an exquisite smile. "Yes, I have it," she cried. "I see the way clear." "But I can't tell them," broke in Lady Constance. Honoria's hand closed down on hers reassuringly. "No," she said, "you shall not tell them. And Lord Shotover shall not tell them.
Very few women could show such a figure as hers like a Greek statue. I don't like her; she is different from most of us; just the sort of girl men go wild about and women hate." All this passed through her mind in a flash. For a moment Lady Honoria's blue eyes met Beatrice's grey ones, and she knew that Beatrice liked her no better than she did Beatrice.
"I am sure we shall suit each other delightfully, dear Lady Eversleigh," she said; "and we shall be fast friends henceforward-shall we not?" Honoria's disposition was naturally reserved. She revolted against frivolous and unmeaning sentimentality. She responded politely to Miss Graham's proffers of friendship; but not with corresponding warmth.
Had he not spoken of the advantages of a certain blackness? Honoria's vision became somewhat indistinct. But he set out to deal with it in a practical manner. And in this connection she began to understand how it had come about that through years of ingratitude and neglect, and of loose-living, on his part, his mother could still remain patient, could endure, and supremely love.
Just then a company of Life Guards clattered by, in splendour of white and scarlet and shining helmets. The rattle of accoutrements, and thud of the hoofs of their trotting horses, detached itself arrestingly from the surrounding murmur of many voices and ceaseless roar of the traffic at Hyde Park Corner. A light came into Honoria's eyes. It was good to be alive on such a day!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking