Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 14, 2025
John Walden accepted the report as others accepted it only reserving to himself an occasion to ask Miss Vancourt if it were indeed true. Meantime, he kept himself apart from the visitors he had no wish to meet Lord Roxmouth though he knew that a meeting was inevitable at the forthcoming dinner-party at Abbot's Manor. Bainton had that dinner-party on his mind as well as his master.
She had two watch- dogs besides her canine friend, Plato, and these were Cicely and Julian Adderley. Cicely had pressed the 'moon calf' into her service, and had told him just as much as she thought proper concerning Roxmouth and his persecution of her friend and patroness. "Go as often as you can to Badsworth Hall," she commanded him "and find out all their movements there.
And Longford stole a furtive look round at the man who was his chief literary patron "The aunt is handsome, well- preserved, not more than forty-five at most and I should say she is a woman who could be easily led through vanity." "The aunt!" again murmured Roxmouth "My dear Longford! What an appalling suggestion! Mrs. Fred as the Duchess of Ormistoune! Forbid it, Heaven!"
"Quel ravissement de la lune!" exclaimed a deep guttural voice at this juncture, and Louis Gigue came out from the dark embrasure of the Manor's oaken portal into the full splendour of the moonlight "Et la belle Mademoiselle Vancourt is ze adorable fantome of ze night! Et milord Roxmouth ze what-you-call? ze gnome! ze shadow of ze lumiere! Ha-ha!
"'Ave ye heard as 'ow Miss Maryllia's goin' to marry that fine gen'leman wot's at Badsworth?" pursued Josey, presently, beginning to chuckle as he asked the question "Roxmouth, they calls him; Lord, Lord, what clicketin' talk, like all the grass-'oppers out for a fairin'! She ain't goin' to marry no Roxmouths, bless 'er 'art! she's goin' to stick to the old 'ome an' people, and never leave 'em no more!
Roxmouth here, Roxmouth there, Roxmouth everywhere! -he was just like the water in the Ancient Mariner 'and not a drop to drink. At the play, at the Opera, in the picture-galleries, at the races, at the flower-shows, at all the 'crushes' and big functions, in London, in Paris, in New York, in St.
I have learned that in this best of all possible worlds, human nature is often the worst part of all creation, and that when you want to avoid a particularly objectionable human being, that being is always round the corner. However, if I cannot get rid of Roxmouth, I shall do something desperate! I shall disappear!" "Where to?" asked Cicely, startled. "I don't know.
As soon, however, as she heard that Roxmouth had actually left England, she made haste to return at once to the home she had now learned to love with a deep and clinging affection, and she had timed her reappearance purposely for the first meet of the hunting season.
"They will never see they will NEVER understand!" said Cicely, shaking her mop of wild hair decisively "My dear Maryllia, the colder you are to 'ce cher Roxmouth' the more the world will talk! They will say you are merely acting a part. "No woman in her senses, they will swear, would discourage the attentions of a prospective Duke."
Then suddenly he laughed aloud. "By Jove! It would be too utterly ridiculous! Whatever made you think of such a thing?" "Only the prospect you yourself suggested," replied Longford "That of seeing a brewer or a bone-melter in possession of Roxmouth Castle. Surely even Mrs. Fred would be preferable to that!"
Word Of The Day
Others Looking