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Maltravers was entertaining a distinguished party of friends at his noble mansion of Lisle Court;" or that "Mr. Maltravers's foxhounds had met on such a day at something copse;" or that, "Mr.
"Il signore va partir, sare, ah! mon Dieu! tout of a sudden." "O-h! and where is he now!" "In his room, sare." Over the chaos strode Ferrers, and opening the door of his friend's dressing-room without ceremony, he saw Maltravers buried in a fauteuil, with his hands drooping on his knees, his head bent over his breast, and his whole attitude expressive of dejection and exhaustion.
I have examined my heart during the whole of the last sleepless night, and I confess that I love you. Now, then, understand me we meet no more." "What!" said Maltravers, falling involuntarily at her feet, and seeking to detain her hand, which he seized. "What! now, when you have given life a new charm, will you as suddenly blast it? No, Valerie; no, I will not listen to you."
"I his intimate friend?" said Doltimore, colouring highly, and in a disdainful accent. "Sir, you are misinformed." "Have you no orders to give, then, my lord?" "None, sir. My presence here is quite useless. Good-day to you, gentlemen." "With whom, then, do the last duties rest?" said the surgeon, turning to Maltravers and De Montaigne. "With the late lord's secretary?
He himself would educate this charming girl he would write fair and heavenly characters upon this blank page he would act the Saint Preux to this Julie of Nature. Alas, he did not think of the result which the parallel should have suggested. At that age, Ernest Maltravers never damped the ardour of an experiment by the anticipation of consequences.
During dinner, the conversation between Maltravers and Madame de Ventadour was vague and embarrassed. Ernest was no longer in love with her he had outgrown that youthful fancy. She had exercised influence over him the new influences that he had created had chased away her image. Such is life. Long absences extinguish all the false lights, though not the true ones.
"Herbert has gone home to order the carriage, and Lord Doningdale has disappeared, I scarce know whither. You do not, I trust, feel the worse for the rain?" "No," said Valerie. "Shall you have any commands in London?" asked Maltravers; "I return to town to-morrow." "So soon!" and Valerie sighed. "Ah!" she added, after a pause, "we shall not meet again for years, perhaps.
But between himself and the light there seemed to stand a shape, a shadow, that into which the portrait had changed in his dream, that which had accosted and chilled his soul. He sprang forward, "My mother! even in the grave canst thou bless thy wretched son! Oh, leave me not say that thou " The delusion vanished, and Maltravers fell back insensible.
Maltravers stood a little apart from the couple, on the edge of the shelving bank, with folded arms and thoughtful countenance. "How is it," said he, unconscious that he was speaking half aloud, "that the commonest beings of the world should be able to give us a pleasure so unworldly? What a contrast between those musicians and this music.
The effect which the presence of Maltravers produced among his peasantry was one that seldom failed to refresh and soothe his more bitter and disturbed thoughts. They felt that his real object was to make them better and happier; and they had learned to see that the means he adopted generally advanced the end.
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