United States or Saint Helena, Ascension, and Tristan da Cunha ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Lepel is very very ill?" There was a pathetic tremor in her voice. "Well, ma'am, he don't know nothing; he lies there and talks to himself that's all." "He is unconscious! Oh!" cried Cynthia, as if the words had given her a stab of pain. "Does he talk about any one anything?" she asked wistfully. "We can't tell much of what he says, ma'am. But I think he was mainly anxious to see you.
Lepel Griffin with the direct negotiations, the position of the then Foreign Secretary to the Government of India, Mr. Be this as it may, for his undoubtedly great services, in which he was very greatly aided by his intimate acquaintance with the Persian language, still the French of Afghanistan and other Central Asian lands in diplomacy and etiquette, Mr.
I shall have to be relieved of my shell before I can at all satisfactorily proclaim the fact. I am a human being, believe me. He begged permission to take breath a minute. 'I know you for my son's friend, Mr. Temple: here is my son, my boy, Harry Lepel Richmond Roy. Have patience: I shall presently stand unshelled. I have much to relate; you likewise have your narrative in store.
Had she not given her heart away to Maurice Evandale, although her word was plighted to Hubert Lepel? But then, she said to herself, she had never professed any great affection for Hubert; she had not taken the initiative in any way. He need not have asked her to marry him he might have left her perfectly free.
They had perhaps meant him to be caught and sent back to Portland, to die like a wild beast in a cage. "There'll be murder done first!" said Westwood, looking round him for a weapon. "Let's see which is the strongest Hubert Lepel or me. And now for the door! The window is too high." He had found a poker, and he dealt one crashing blow at the lock of the door.
Besides, she had too much confidence in her lover to think that harm could come of her father's knowledge of the place in which he lived. But she was a little surprised when her father at once stood, up and said, with his former placidity of tone "Well, then, my dear, I'm a-going round to look at Mr. Lepel.
Well, you know better than I. I'm glad you're breaking it off with that man Lepel, Cynthia, for more reasons than one." Cynthia hardly noticed the significance of his tone or the conjunction of the two names in his remarks. She had something else in her mind which she was anxious to have said. "Father, I am to see Mr. Lepel this afternoon." "Yes, my girl?"
That amiable critic, Sir Lepel Griffin, alludes to her only to assure us that "he had never met anyone who had lived long or travelled much in America who did not hold that female beauty in the States is extremely rare, while the average of ordinary good looks is unusually low," and even visitors of an infinitely more subtle and discriminating type, such as M. Bourget, mingle not a little vinegar with their syrup of appreciation.
The next moment Cynthia was in the hall, having her dress shaken out and let down by a yawning maid's attentive hands, and the coachman had driven off, and the hall door was shut, and Hubert Lepel was out in the street, with a wall between him and his love. There were tears in Cynthia's eyes as she went wearily, her gaiety all departed, up to her room.
I do not in the least desire to ascribe to Sir Lepel Griffin a deliberate design to be offensive; but it is just his calm, supercilious Philistinism, aggravated no doubt by his many years' experience as a ruler of submissive Orientals, that makes it no less a pleasure than a duty for a free and intelligent republican to resent and defy his criticisms.
Word Of The Day