Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 13, 2025
"There is something quite charming about Miss Rothesay the air and manner of one who has always moved in good society. Do you know who she was? I should apologise for the question, but that a friend of mine, looking at her picture, was struck by the name, and desired me to inquire." Meliora explained that she believed Olive's family was Scottish, and that her father was a Captain Angus Rothesay.
The world did not understand him, nor did he understand the world; so he shut himself out from it altogether, until his small and rapidly-decreasing income caused him to admit into his house as lodgers the widow and daughter. He might not have done so, had not Miss Meliora hinted how lovely the former was, and how useful she might be as a model when they grew sociable together.
"You will have to do without me very soon," was Olive's gentle and somewhat sorrowful answer. "This is my last evening in this dear old studio my last talk with you, my good and kind master." He looked surprised and annoyed. "Nonsense, child! If I am going to Rome, you are going too. I thought Meliora would arrange all that." Olive shook her head. "No, Mr. Vanbrugh; indeed, it is impossible."
Olive, prone to romance-weaving, wondered whether nature had in a mere freak invested an ordinary low-born woman with the form of the ancient queens of the world, or whether within that grand body lay ruined an equally grand soul. Miss Meliora did not think about anything of the sort; but merely that her brother's dinner-hour was drawing near, and that if poor Mrs.
All, thought the delighted Meliora, was an ovation to her brother. Each year she fully expected that these visiting patrons would buy up every work of Art in the studio, to say nothing of those adorning the hall the cartoons and frescoes of Michael's long-past youth.
"You know the Latin proverb meliora video, and so on, Mr. Hartington, does it apply?" "That is the first time I have had Latin quoted against me by a young lady," Cuthbert said, smilingly, but with a slight flush that showed the shaft had gone home. "I will not deny that the quotation exactly hits my case.
"No: for he was leaving London to-day. I wish it had not been so, for I would have asked him to sit to me. That grand, iron, rigid head of his, with the close curling hair, would be a treasure indeed!" "But who is he, brother?" inquired Meliora. "A man of science; well known in the world, too, Lord Arundale said. He told me his name, but I forgot it. However, you may find a card somewhere about."
She considered me with a very searching look. "Now, what precisely do you mean, Agostino?" "Why, that it is by just such sophistries that the Cardinal-legate seeks to cloak the disorders of his life. 'Video meliora proboque, deteriora sequor? is his philosophy. If he would encage the most sacrilegious fellow in Piacenza, let him encage himself." "You do not love him?" said she.
Within its hospitable portals, hungry bipeds of the male persuasion were supplied, to their intense satisfaction, with abundant oysters, and unlimited foaming Dublin stout. Oysters were then five shillings the barrel of ten dozens! Tempora mutantur; spero meliora! It was a great loss to social and artistic Birmingham when Captain Tindal was removed to London, twenty-one years ago.
"I don't know anything about you, indeed," said Meliora, creeping to the door; while Olive, who could not understand the cause of half she witnessed, stood simply looking on in wonder almost in admiration, for there was a strange beauty, like that of a Pythoness, in the woman's attitude and mien. "You know nothing of me? Then you shall know.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking