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Updated: September 16, 2025
But only for the moment. In another minute or two the argument, begun so casually, had developed into a serious trial of strength, in which the squire and young Wishart took the chief parts, while Mr. Spooner threw in a laugh and a sarcasm here and there. And as long as Mr. Wendover talked, Madame de Netteville listened.
He saw a tall woman in white with a beautiful head, a delicate face, a something indescribably noble and unusual in her whole look and attitude. She looked like a Quaker prophetess like Dinah Morris in society like but his comparisons failed him. How did such a being come there? He was amazed; but he was a man of taste, and Madame de Netteville caught a certain Aesthetic approbation in his look.
Lady Aubrey made an imperceptible movement of the head as Catherine was presented to her, and Madame de Netteville, smiling and biting her lip a little, fell back into her seat. There was a faint odour of smoke in the room. As Catherine sat down, a young exquisite a few yards from her threw the end of a cigarette into the fire with a little sharp decided gesture.
Madame de Netteville, meanwhile, was keeping up a conversation in an undertone with young Evershed, who had come to sit on a stool beside her, and was gazing up at her with eyes of which the expression was perfectly understood by several persons present. The handsome, dissipated, ill-conditioned youth had been her slave and shadow for the last two years.
Suddenly, as they were in the middle of a skirmish as to the reality of influence, Madame de Netteville paradoxically maintaining that no human being had ever really converted, transformed, or convinced another, the voice of young Wishart, shrill and tremulous, rose above the general level of talk. 'I am quite ready; I am not the least afraid of a definition.
'By Jove! he said afterward to Wharncliffe as they walked away from the door together, 'she was inimitable to-night; she has more rôles than Desforêts! Sir John and his hostess were very old friends. Upstairs, smoking began, Lady Aubrey and Madame de Netteville joining in.
For Robert's sake she tried for a time to put aside her first impression and to bear Madame de Netteville's evenings little dreaming, poor thing, all the time that Madame de Netteville thought her presence at the famous 'Fridays' an incubus only to be put up with because her husband was becoming socially an indispensable. But after two or three Fridays Catherine's endurance failed her.
'Oh, Mrs. Elsmere! said Madame de Netteville, starting, and then coolly recovering herself, 'I had no idea you were there all alone. I am afraid our conversation has been disagreeable to you. I am afraid you are a friend of missions!
Robert took a seat by Madame de Netteville, whose appearance was picturesqueness itself. Her dress, a skilful mixture of black and creamy yellow, laid about her in folds, as soft, as carelessly effective as her manner.
I am not worthy of her doubly unworthy, since it has been possible for any human being to suspect for one instant that I was ungrateful for the blessing of her love, that I could ever forget and dishonour her! But worthy or not No! no matter! Madame de Netteville, let me go, and forget that such a person exists.
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