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Swancourt at first disliked the idea of being transplanted to feminine soil, but the obvious advantages of such an accession of dignity reconciled him to the change. So there was a radical 'move; the two ladies staying at Torquay as had been arranged, the vicar going to and fro. Mrs.
Swancourt made some friendly remarks among others things upon the heat. 'Yes, said Lord Luxellian, 'we were driving by a furrier's window this afternoon, and the sight filled us all with such a sense of suffocation that we were glad to get away. Ha-ha! He turned to Elfride. 'Miss Swancourt, I have hardly seen or spoken to you since your literary feat was made public.
Every literary Jack becomes a gentleman if he can only pen a few indifferent satires upon womankind: women themselves, too, have taken to the trick; and so, upon the whole, I begin to be rather ashamed of my companions. 'Ah, Henry, you have fallen in love since and it makes a difference, said Mrs. Swancourt with a faint tone of banter. 'That's true; but that is not my reason.
This was a full explanation of his mannerism; but the fact that a man with the desire for chess should have grown up without being able to see or engage in a game astonished her not a little. She pondered on the circumstance for some time, looking into vacancy and hindering the play. Mr. Swancourt was sitting with his eyes fixed on the board, but apparently thinking of other things.
She could not but believe that utterance. Whatever enigma might lie in the shadow on the blind, it was not an enigma of underhand passion. She turned towards the house, entering it through the conservatory. Stephen went round to the front door. Mr. Swancourt was standing on the step in his slippers.
And they went across by a short cut over a stile, entering the lawn by a side door, and so on to the house. Mr. Swancourt had gone into the village with the curate, and Elfride felt too nervous to await their visitor's arrival in the drawing-room with Mrs. Swancourt.
This was the day after Knight's arrival. To enjoy for the last time the prospect seaward from the summit, the vicar, Mrs. Swancourt, Knight, and Elfride, all ascended the winding turret Mr. Swancourt stepping forward with many loud breaths, his wife struggling along silently, but suffering none the less.
Which shall we do go with him, or finish our voyage as we intended? Elfride was comfortably housed under an umbrella which Knight was holding over her to keep off the wind. 'Oh, don't let us go on shore! she said with dismay. 'It would be such a pity! 'That's very fine, said Mrs. Swancourt archly, as to a child.
Then the Luxellians crossed over and drew up under the plane-trees, just in the rear of the Swancourts. Lord Luxellian alighted, and came forward with a musical laugh. It was his attraction as a man. People liked him for those tones, and forgot that he had no talents. Acquaintances remembered Mr. Swancourt by his manner; they remembered Stephen Smith by his face, Lord Luxellian by his laugh. Mr.
'No, said Stephen, sadly and quietly, like a man in a sick-room. Totally ignorant whether or not Knight knew of his own previous claims upon Elfride, he yet resolved to hazard a few more words upon the topic which had an aching fascination for him even now. 'Then your engagement to Miss Swancourt came to nothing, he said. 'You remember I met you with her once?
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