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Sir Charles, on the box, gave Jehu a guinea, and took the reins and by a Niagara of whipcord they attained Lambeth; and at length, to his delight, Pomander saw another coach before him with a gold-laced black slave behind it. The coach stopped; and the slave came to the door. The shop in question was a few hundred yards distant.
"That is better," said the actress, with a provoking appearance of good-humor. "You have a woman's tongue, if not her wit; but, my good soul," added she, with cool hauteur, "remember you have something to do of more importance than anything you can say." "I accept your courteous dismissal, madam," said Pomander, grinding his teeth. "I will send a carpenter for your swain. And I leave you."
"Divil a less!" rang back a rich brogue; "and it's not the furst time we put the comether upon ye, England, my jewal!" One more mutual glance, and then the mortal cleverness of all this began to dawn on their minds; and they broke forth into clapping of hands, and gave this accomplished mime three rounds of applause; Mr. Vane and Sir Charles Pomander leading with, "Bravo, Woffington!"
There was a horrible fascination in them all. He saw them at night, and they troubled his imagination in the day. The Renaissance knew of strange manners of poisoning poisoning by a helmet and a lighted torch, by an embroidered glove and a jewelled fan, by a gilded pomander and by an amber chain. Dorian Gray had been poisoned by a book.
And my Lord Gambara sank back into his chair, languishing, the pomander to his nostrils. All laughed, and Messer Cosimo with them, still considering me. But Messer Fifanti's wife had yet to make me known to three others who sat there, beside the little sloe-eyed lady. This last was a cousin of her own Donna Leocadia degli Allogati, whom I saw now for the first and last time.
It seemed air strangely thickened and soiled, as pure water may be muddied by the passage of some unclean body. In this atmosphere persisted a fetid smell of mold and decay, warring with the homely scent of coffee and the fragrance of the pomander beneath my pillow. I was more shaken, more exhausted by this encounter with the unknown than by either of my former experiences.
She was almost constantly on the stage, and in a hurry when off it; and, when there was a word to be got with her the ready, glib Sir Charles was sure to get it. Vane could not help thinking it hard that a man who professed no respect for her should thus keep the light from him; and he could hardly conceal his satisfaction when Pomander, at night, bade him farewell for a fortnight.
Now Sir Charles was naturally welcome to Mrs. Vane; for all she knew of him was, that he had helped her on the road to her husband. Pomander. "What, madam! all alone here as in Shropshire?" Mabel. "For the moment, sir." Pomander. "Force of habit. A husband with a wife in Shropshire is so like a bachelor." Mabel. "Sir!" Pomander. "And our excellent Ernest is such a favorite!" Mabel.
He shook his head, giving back the pomander with marked reluctance. "No one who might be able to tell more than yourself?" I persisted. A gleam of humor lit his eyes. He dropped a cardboard cylinder into Mr. Clifford Brown's mailbox and began to sort out my letters. "Far as that goes, I guess Mis' Hill don't miss much of what goes on around here.
Woffington, might feel her dress rustle past him, might speak to her, might drink her voice fresh from her lips almost before it mingled with meaner air. Silence gives consent, and Mr. Vane, though he thought a great deal, said nothing; so Pomander rose, and they left the boxes together.
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