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By lunch-time Leighton's high spirits were on the decline, by four o'clock they had struck bottom. He kept walking to the windows, only to turn his back quickly on what he saw. At last he said: "D'you know what a 'hundred to one shot' is?" "No, sir," said Lewis. "Well," said Leighton, "watch me play one." He sat down, wrote a hurried note, and sent it out by Nelton.
Porson went on. "I myself had inquired at Leighton's here, but with little hope of finding it, for no one who stole it would have disposed of it so near home. I then wrote to several friends in the large towns, and one of them, a clergyman at York, wrote to me two days ago to say that just such a book as I had described was on sale in the window of one of the booksellers there.
The first outward and sensible result of prayer is, a penitent resolution, joined with a consciousness of weakness in effecting it, yea even a dread, too well grounded, lest by breaking and falsifying it, the soul should add guilt to guilt; by the very means it has taken to escape from guilt; so pitiable is the state of unregenerate man. Are you familiar with Leighton's Works?
Walter Sickert, then a pupil of Whistler's, praised Lord Leighton's "Harvest Moon" in an article on the Manchester Art Treasure Exhibition. Whistler telegraphed him at Hampstead: "The Harvest Moon rises at Hampstead and the cocks of Chelsea crow!" Apropos of his spats with Sickert he remarked, "Yes, we are always forgiving Walter."
He explained, and she began to spend the divvy. At Mrs. Leighton's Fulkerson gave Alma all the honor of the success; he told her mother that the girl's design for the cover had sold every number, and Mrs. Leighton believed him. "Well, Ah think Ah maght have some of the glory," Miss Woodburn pouted. "Where am Ah comin' in?" "You're coming in on the cover of the next number," said Fulkerson.
Rolleston there heard of Evelyn Leighton's death, the fate of their protegée became naturally a subject of anxious speculation. Yet not a line had been received from her; and, after a time, the subject was avoided, for all felt that Bluebell had been ungrateful. Then Mrs. Leighton wrote out the strange story of her elopement, and having since entered a family as governess in her maiden name. Mrs.
He thought, with bitterness so real that it gave him a kind of tragical satisfaction, how certainly he could find him a little later at Mrs. Leighton's; and Fulkerson's happiness became an added injury. The thing had, of course, come about just at the wrong time. There never had been a time when Beaton needed money more, when he had spent what he had and what he expected to have so recklessly.
The difference was that Leighton's mots were natural and malicious, while Lewis's were only natural. On the whole, Lewis created the greater sensation. The night after Lewis had said "Almost any day now" to Vi, he found himself at a semi-diplomatic dinner next to a young person who, like himself, seemed to find the affair a bit heavy. "What did they invite you for?" asked Lewis.
Leighton's mind wandered back to the tales of Lewis's little pal Natalie. "Tell me about her again," he said genially. "Again!" cried Lewis. "But you've never heard of her not from me, anyway." "What's her name?" asked Leighton, half aroused. "Her name," said Lewis, smiling absently into the fire, "is Folly Folly Delaires." Leighton was a trained stalker of dangerous game.
Leighton's situation, and let her go to England at once; and after that it did not take much pressing to induce her to make full confession of all that had passed. It must be remembered that Bluebell was under the impression that her friend had always known of the flirtation between herself and Bertie; but now for the first time the horror-stricken Mrs.
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