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He once told her so, laughing, and Florence considered it a compliment. Poor Florence, her scorn of her sex avenged her sex, and robbed her of her proper destiny! Cleveland silently observed their intimacy, and listened with a quiet smile to the gossips who pointed out tetes-a-tetes by the terrace, and loiterings by the lawn, and predicted what would come of it all. Lord Saxingham was blind.
"We are anxious to secure your parliamentary influence in C to the proper quarter, namely, to your own family, as the best defenders of the administration, which you honour by your support. We wish signally, at the same time, to express our confidence in your principles, and our gratitude for your countenance." "D -d sour countenance!" muttered Lord Saxingham.
Nay, he thought it would be wise to pick a quarrel with him, if possible, as the best means of banishing a supposed rival from the house of his noble relation, Lord Saxingham. But no opportunity for that step presented itself; so Lumley kept a fit of convenient rudeness, or an impromptu sarcasm, in reserve, if ever it should be wanted.
After a pause, seeing, however, that Lady Florence remained speechless, he began: "You ride sometimes in the Park, Lady Florence?" "Very seldom." "It is, indeed, too warm for riding at present." "I did not say so." "Hem I thought you did." Another pause. "Did you speak, Lady Florence?" "No." "Oh, I beg pardon Lord Saxingham is looking very well." "I am glad you think so."
The next day, Lord Saxingham went to his office in Downing Street as usual, and Lady Florence and Ernest found an opportunity to ramble through the grounds alone. There it was that occurred those confessions, sweet alike to utter and to hear. Then did Florence speak of her early years of her self-formed and solitary mind of her youthful dreams and reveries.
"Oh, stop this headlong current of your goodness; It comes too fast upon a feeble soul." DRYDEN: /Sebastian and Doras/. THE smooth physician had paid his evening visit; Lord Saxingham had gone to a cabinet dinner, for Life must ever walk side by side with Death: and Lady Florence Lascelles was alone.
Lumley, by this time, seated in his carriage, and wrapped up in his cloak, had forgotten the creditor's existence, and whispered to his aristocratic secretary, as he bent his head out of the carriage window, "I have told Lord Saxingham to despatch you to me, if there is any the least necessity for me in London.
"I confess I do like horses," said the duke, with an ingenuous air. Lord Saxingham moved away. Lady Florence stood mute one glance of bright contempt shot from her large eyes; her lip slightly curled, and she then half turned aside, and seemed to forget that her new acquaintance was in existence.
On arriving at Knaresdean, Lumley found Lord Saxingham and some other politicians, who had arrived the preceding day, closeted with Lord Raby; and Vargrave, who shone to yet greater advantage in the diplomacy of party management than in the arena of parliament, brought penetration, energy, and decision to timid and fluctuating counsels.
This lady was Florence Lascelles, the daughter of Lumley's great relation, the Earl of Saxingham, and supposed to be the richest heiress in England. Lord Saxingham himself drew aside his daughter as she swept along. "Florence," said he in a whisper, "the Duke of is greatly struck with you be civil to him I am about to present him."
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