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"What's all the pother? Hortensia, dear " "I'll not be married!" she repeated firmly, her wide brown eyes meeting his in absolute defiance, head thrown back, face pale but fearless. "I don't believe," ventured Mr. Caryll, "that you could be if you desired it. Leastways not here and now and by this." And he jerked a contemptuous thumb sideways at Mr. Jenkins, toward whom he had turned his shoulder.
It was an apartment looked upon by Hortensia as her own withdrawing-room, set apart for her own use, and as that the household her very ladyship included had ever recognized it. His lordship closed the door with care.
On the first evening of the king's arrival Francezka had a splendid triumph. Monsieur Voltaire gave Nanine in the theater of the castle, and Francezka was Nanine, somewhat to Madame du Châtelet's disgust, I fancy. And for the after piece was The Tattler, with the greatest cast the world ever saw: Francezka as Hortensia, Monsieur Voltaire as Pasquin, and Count Saxe himself as Clitander.
And what d'ye suppose will happen? Are you so nice about a stranger hearing what I may have to say of you you that will be the talk of the whole lewd town for this fine escapade? And what'll the town say of you?" "My love!" his lordship sought again to soothe her. "Sylvia, let me implore you! A little moderation! A little charity! Hortensia has been foolish. She confesses so much, herself.
"Ah!" from Hortensia in a gasp of apprehension. Her ladyship retained a stony countenance, and a silence that sorted excellently with it. "There is," Mr. Caryll proceeded, marking off the points on his fingers, "the incident at Maidstone; there is your ladyship's evidence that I was the bearer of just such a letter on the day that first I came here; there is the dangerous circumstance of which Mr.
Hortensia took her seat upon the long stool that stood at the spinet, her back to the instrument, and with hands idle in her lap the same cold reserve upon her countenance-she awaited his communication.
Light raps at the door made Polly slip to her feet, and sent Dr. Dudley across the room. Polly hurriedly brushed away the only remaining tear, and looked up to greet Miss Hortensia Price. The nurse had come to talk with Dr. Dudley about a patient, and Polly went over to the couch, and searched among the parcels for a certain package. Her fingers trembled with joyous excitement.
Then she ran upstairs, to tell the astonishing news to Miss Lucy and the ward, and to show her sweet peas in proof of Miss Hortensia Price's wonderful kindness. After everybody had had a sniff of the fragrant blossoms, Polly proposed moving a little table to the side of David's cot, and placing the flowers on it.
He thrust his hands into the pockets of his fine coat, and brought forth several papers. These he proffered to Mr. Green, who took them between satisfaction and amazement. Ostermore stared, too stricken for words at this meek surrender; and well was it for Mr. Caryll that he was so stricken, for had he spoken he had assuredly betrayed himself. Hortensia, Mr.
And for what have you come back? Am I to live in the same house with you, you shameless madam that have no more thought for your reputation than a slut in a smock-race?" Hortensia raised indignant eyes from out of a face that was very pale. Her lips were tightly pressed in resolution, thought Mr. Caryll, who was very observant of her not to answer her ladyship; for Mr.
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