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Updated: June 26, 2025
Such were a few of the questions that flitted dimly through the minds of the society-fagged fair ones that clustered round the Duchess de la Santoisie, and eagerly discussed Alwyn's personal beauty and extraordinary charm of manner. The gentlemen did not absent themselves long, and with their appearance from the dining-room the reception of the evening began.
Moreover, I had, not so very long ago, rejected the Christian Faith; that I now accept and adhere to it, is not the result of my merit or attainment, but simply the outcome of an undeserved blessing and singularly happy fortune." "Pardon me, Mr. Alwyn" said Madame de la Santoisie with a sweet smile "By all the laws of nature I must contradict you there!
So that this morning he was considerably startled, when, having finished his letter to the Duchess de la Santoisie, a long and persistent rat-tat-tatting echoed noisily through the house, like the smart, quick blows of a carpenter's hammer a species of knock that was entirely unfamiliar to him, and that, while so emphatic in character, suggested to his mind neither friend nor foe.
The men and women assembled, as though stimulated and inspired by some new interest, now strove to appear at their very best and the friction of intellect with intellect resulted in more or less brilliancy of talk, which, for once, was totally free from the flippant and mocking spirit which usually pervaded the Santoisie social circle.
The Duc de la Santoisie, meanwhile, settling his mustache, and gracefully waving one hand, on which sparkled a large diamond ring, bent forward a little with a courteous, deprecatory gesture. "I think" he said, in soft, purring accents, "that my friend, Dr.
Alwyn roused himself from his reverie. "Anything to please you, my dear boy!" he answered cheerfully "But I haven't the faintest idea who the Duchess de la Santoisie is!" "No? ... Well, she's an Englishwoman who has married a French Duke. He is a delightful old fellow, the pink of courtesy, and the model of perfect egotism.
The Duchess de la Santoisie moved uneasily, there was a vibration in Alwyn's voice that went to her very heart. Strange thoughts swept cloud-like across her mind, again she saw in fancy a little fair, dead child that she had loved, her only one, on whom she had spent all the tenderness of which her nature was capable.
She toyed with the magnificent diamond spray at her breast, and wondered what strange spell was in this man's brilliant gray- black eyes! did he guess that she even she had sold herself to the Duc de la Santoisie for the sake of his money and title as easily and unresistingly as though she were a mere purchasable animal?
The servant entered, bringing a note gorgeously crested and coroneted in gold. Villiers, to whom it was addressed, opened and read it. "What shall we do about this?" he asked, when his man had retired. "It is an invitation from the Duchess de la Santoisie. She asks us to go and dine with her next week, a party of twenty reception afterward. I think we'd better accept, what do you say?"
The beautiful and socially popular Duchess de la Santoisie sat her at brilliantly appointed dinner-table, and flashed her bright eyes comprehensively round the board, her party was complete. She had secured twenty of the best-known men and women of letters in all London, and yet she was not quite satisfied with the result attained.
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