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Updated: June 11, 2025
Everything was trim and elegant in this flat. The clear-skinned maid who placed the tea things, and brought the muffins and cake, might have been transported that instant from Mayfair, on a magic carpet, so neat was her black dress, so spotless her white apron, cap, and cuffs, so clean her slender hands. "What a sweet place you have, Edna," remarked Florence Kenby, looking around.
Her eyes grew brighter, and she almost fancied he was looking down into her face. Oh, those eyes hush, maiden heart, be still. She smiled at the white cloud drifting westward a little boat-shaped cloud, with two white figures in it, sailing in the summer blue. The breeze ruffled her dark hair. There fell a long shadow on the grass beside her. "Clarence Mr. Mayfair! I didn't see you coming.
A week afterwards O'Connell arrived in London. They met in Mrs. Wrexford's little drawing-room in Mayfair. They looked at each other for some moments without speaking. Both noted the fresh lines of suffering in each other's faces. They had been through the long valley of the shadow of sorrow since they had last met.
The name of Mayfair, the very centre of fashion in the West End, reminds us that in this magnificent quarter of London a fair used to be held in May in the time of Charles II. This gives us an idea of how the district must have changed since then. Farm Street, in Mayfair, has its name from a farm which was still there in the middle of the eighteenth century.
"Then the Mayfair lady is clearly indicated as the first port of call." "Tommy, I'm getting discouraged." "Buck up, old bean. We always knew it was an outside chance. And, anyway, we're only starting. If we draw a blank in London, there's a fine tour of England, Ireland and Scotland before us." "True," said Tuppence, her flagging spirits reviving. "And all expenses paid!
And they were no longer in Mayfair, but must have taken a house in some poorer part of London. This thought cast me down tremendously. And Dorothy! Had time changed her? 'Twas with that query on my lips I fell asleep, to dream of the sun shining down on Carvel Hall and Wilmot House; of Aunt Hester and Aunt Lucy, and a lass and a lad romping through pleasant fields and gardens.
Granting, indeed, that she had refused to marry me, was that any reason why I should desert my life-long friend and playmate? A hundred little tokens of her affection for me rose to mind, and last of all that rescue from Castle Yard in the face of all Mayfair. And in that hour of darkness the conviction that something was wrong came back upon me with redoubled force.
Live with him as of old, in a pretence of union where no union could be, or explain how it was that she could not do so. Both these things were impossible impossible! and what, then, was she to do? The little house in Mayfair was very bright and gay. What conventional words are those! It was nothing of the kind. It was dim and poetical.
Soames' sister, Winifred Dartie, who had imbibed with the breezes of Mayfair she lived in Green Street more fashionable principles in regard to matrimonial behaviour than were current, for instance, in Ladbroke Grove, laughed at the idea of there being anything in it.
As Adele entered the Mayfair she glanced about, caught sight of Constance and came and sat down by her. It would have been impossible for her to enter unobserved, so popular was she. It was not long before the two girls whom Constance had seen dealing with "Sleighbells" sauntered over. "Your friend was here to-night," remarked one to Adele. "Which one?" laughed Adele.
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