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Updated: May 13, 2025
"This girl was waiting on me, I believe," she said, indicating Jessie with a wave of her aristocratic hand, and speaking in a pleasantly acid tone that was intended to consign Arethusa to nothingness forever. But Arethusa gave no smallest sign of doing so. "She was waiting on me, long before you ever saw her!" That lorgnette could but irritate Arethusa. Mrs.
Claude began to bestow her belongings in his overcoat pockets; opera glasses in one, fan in another. She put a lorgnette into her little bag, along with her powder-box, handkerchief and smelling salts, there was even a little silver box of peppermint drops, in case she might begin to cough.
The men admired her; the women sought some point to criticise, and had the eyes of Madame Desvanneaux been able to throw deadly projectiles, her powerful lorgnette would have become an instrument of death for the object of her resentment. "This morning," said the irreconcilable matron, "she showed us her ankles; this evening she allows us to see the remainder."
"I really never met with one woman so ready to do justice to the charms of another as yourself," responded Lucien, raising his lorgnette to his eye. "A most lovely creature, upon my soul!" was his verdict. "Who is this young person, M. de Morcerf?" inquired Eugenie; "does anybody know?"
Fine Lady saunters into a shop, puts up her lorgnette, and lisps, “I'd like to see something in a satin afternoon dress.” A plump blonde in tight-fitting black with a marcel wave trips over to mirrored doors, slides one back, takes a dress off its hanger—and there you are! “So much simpler than bothering with a dressmaker.”
He approached, checked himself, wiped his lorgnette, brushed his eyes with his handkerchief, and continued to gaze:— “Is this marvellous, this charming prospect destined to perish or to be transformed when I approach near it? Will that velvet grass prove only poppies and beets? In that nymph shall I discover only a mere housekeeper?”
The second act had just begun when he came in, and all through it he sat quite spellbound, listening to the most ravishing strains that ever he had heard in his life. He scarcely noticed that Mrs. Prentice was spending her time studying the occupants of the other boxes through a jewelled lorgnette, or that Oliver was chattering to her daughter.
She, herself, was perfectly safe in America, and when she felt indignant she asked herself what Helen Buchanan would have done had she been turned into a strange continent with hardly any other guides than the memory of a lorgnette and a Baedeker.
"I'm sorry I haven't a table for you just at present," he was saying. "But perhaps you'll let me take your order," and he imitated the obsequious attitude of a waiter. "A little fresh caviar and a clear soup, and then a fish ?" The lady took down her lorgnette and raised an appealing face. "You're always joking, Brooks," she chided him, "even when you're doing things like this!
Harrington, telling the servant that he wished to see her on a matter of importance. He sent up his name, Roy Pell. "You are the young man my son speaks of," said Mrs. Harrington when she appeared in the great drawing room, and put up her lorgnette to survey her caller. "No, that is Reginald, my brother. I called in to find out if he went off to New Haven with your son."
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