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In the ablest of all his speeches he took up the gauntlet, and exposed all the weakness and the dangers of Radowitz's policy. This was not a cause in which Prussia should risk its existence. Why should they go to war in order to subject Prussia not to the Princes but to the Chambers of the smaller States?
Constance, in diaphanous black, was at the piano, trying to recall, for Radowitz's benefit, some of the Italian folk-songs that had delighted the river-party. The room was full of a soft mingled light from the still uncurtained windows and the lamp which had been just brought in.
Neptune was the Græco-Roman fountain in the inner quad, which a former warden had presented to the college. The sea god with his trident, surrounded by a group of rather dilapidated nymphs, presided over a broad basin, filled with running water and a multitude of goldfish. There was a shout of laughing assent, and a rush across the grass to Radowitz's staircase.
No, it was something known only to her and himself in all those crowded rooms. As soon as he set eyes on her, the vision of Radowitz's bleeding hand and prostrate form had emerged in consciousness a haunting presence, blurring the many-coloured movements of the ballroom. And yet it was not that maimed hand, either, which stood between himself and Constance.
But it's going to be printed somewhere, and then it'll make them still more furious with him. They'll certainly pay him out some time." "All right," said Constance, who had suddenly recovered colour and vivacity. "I'll take Mr. Radowitz's bouquet." "Then, of course, Lord Meyrick will feel snubbed. Serve him right! He shouldn't be so absurdly fond of Mr. Falloden!"
Meyrick reported that the latest news from Marmion was that Sorell and Fanning between them had decided to take Radowitz up to town that afternoon for the opinion of Sir Horley Wood, the great surgeon. "Have you seen Sorell?" "Yes. But he would hardly speak to me. He said we'd perhaps spoilt his life." "Whose?" "Radowitz's." Falloden's expression stiffened. "That's nonsense.
They came rushing back, from various staircases, laden with soda-water bottles. Then Falloden, with two henchmen, placed himself under Radowitz's windows, and summoned the offender in a stentorian voice: "Radowitz! stop that noise!" No answer except that Radowitz in discoursing some "music of the future," and quite unaware of the shout from below, pounded and tormented the piano more than ever.
Every sound in the room but Radowitz's playing had ceased; even Mrs. Hooper had put down her newspaper. Nora, on the further side of the room, was absorbed in watching the two beautiful figures under the lamplight, the golden-haired musician and the listening girl. Suddenly there was a noise of voices in the hall outside. The drawing-room door was thrown open, and the parlourmaid announced: "Mr.
She had half expected another name. And yet she would have felt insulted if Falloden had dared to send her flowers that evening, without a word of apology of regret for their happy hour, spoilt by his absurd demands. "Well, I can't carry them both; and one will be offended." "Oh, you must take Radowitz's!" cried Nora. "Just to show that you stand by him. Mr.
The "bloods" were broken up; the dons had set their faces steadily against any form of ragging; and the story of the maimed hand, of the wrecking of Radowitz's career, together with sinister rumours as to his general health, had spread through Oxford, magnifying as they went. Falloden met it all with a haughty silence; and was but seldom seen in his old haunts.
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