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The blind had not been drawn, but no light or glimmer of light filtered through the window, for a great straggling box tree that beat the rain upon the panes shut out even the night. The woman came softly, and as she bent down over Lucian an argent gleam shone from her brown eyes, and the little curls upon her neck were like golden work upon marble.
Beyond the steps was a gap in the hedge, and this, cut and trimmed until it formed a compact and beautiful arch, was spanned by a stile, built for the convenience of those who desired to reach the village by the shortest route, the Bellair woods. "Don't repeat like a parrot, Lucian." Cora raised her voice angrily. "I say, when is this to end? and how?"
I could cure myself of a misdirected passion, but not of a bad husband." Lucian said nothing; he walked on with long, irregular steps, lowering at the pavement as if it were a difficult problem, and occasionally thrusting at it with his stick. At last he looked up, and said, "Would you mind prolonging your walk a little by going round Bedford Square with me? I have something particular to say."
As to his approaching trial, I have spoken with Lord Worthington about it, and also with the lawyers who have charge of the case; and they say positively that, owing to certain proofs not being in the hands of the police, a defence can be set up that will save him from imprisonment." "There is no such defence possible," said Lucian, angrily. "Perhaps not.
"They don't dig; they bore. It's to be a fountain, madame." But in spite of the "fountain" explanation, Cora knew that the house was guarded from without as well as from within. "It's no use to warn Lucian, or anybody, now," she thought. "It would only get us all into worse trouble." But still she did not abandon the thoughts of her own escape. And now began a time of trial for poor Ellen Arthur.
Her lips framed a smile quite new to them; and, after dessert was placed upon the table and the man dismissed, she said: "You don't like your servant, I judge?" "Oh, he's as good as any," replied Lucian, carelessly. "They are pretty much alike, and all need a setting back occasionally; on general principles, you know."
Lucian, whose demeanor resembled Miss Goff's rather than his cousin's, went through the ceremony of introduction with solemnity, and was received with a dash of scorn; for Alice, though secretly awe-stricken, bore herself tyrannically towards men from habit. In reply to Alice, Mr. Webber thought the day cooler than yesterday.
His doctrine fell in with the prevailing dread of Sabellianism, his personal misfortunes excited interest, his dignified bearing commanded respect, and his connection with the school of Lucian secured him learned and influential sympathy.
Fielding has placed on record, in the Journal, his conviction that the man who reads the works of the five heroic satirists, Lucian, Cervantes, Swift, Moliere and Shakespeare, "must either have a very bad Head, or a very bad Heart, if he doth not become both a Wiser and a better Man."
Lucian took a hansom to the Royal John Hotel in Kensington, where Diana, in a great state of alarm, was reading the evening papers, which contained short notices of Ferruci's death. On seeing her lover, she hurried forward anxiously and caught him by the hand. "Lucian, I am so glad you have come!" she cried, leading him to a chair.
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