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"I merely felt it my duty to drop you a word of warning against Monsieur de Toqueville because he is a Frenchman." "But, Mrs. Holt, I had no idea of of falling in love with him," protested Honora, as soon as she could get her breath. He seemed so kind and so interested in everything. "I dare say," said Mrs. Holt, dryly. "And I have always been led to believe that that is the most dangerous sort.
"You're no fool, my dear, and it goes without saying that you-do realize it in the most innocent way, of course. But you have had no experience in life. Mind you, I don't say that the Vicomte de Toqueville isn't very much of a gentleman, but the French ideas about the relations of young men and young women are quite different and, I regret to say, less innocent than ours.
There may have been some truth in the quotation of the Vicomte as applied to her that she was destined to be loved only amidst the play of drama. If experience is worth anything, Monsieur de Toqueville should have been an expert in matters of the sex.
For a moment he stood motionless, speechless, staring at her, and then he seemed to sway a little and to choke. "No, no," he cried, "it cannot be! My ears have deceived me. I am not sane. You are going to marry him ? Ah, you have sold yourself." "Monsieur de Toqueville," she said, "you forget yourself. Mr. Spence is an honourable man, and I love him." The Vicomte appeared to choke again.
Monsieur de Toqueville lent Honora novels, which she read in bed; but being in the full bloom of health and of a strong constitution, this practice did not prevent her from rising at seven to take a walk through the garden with Mr. Holt a custom which he had come insensibly to depend upon. And in the brief conversations which she vouchsafed the Vicomte, they discussed his novels.
There may have been some truth in the quotation of the Vicomte as applied to her that she was destined to be loved only amidst the play of drama. If experience is worth anything, Monsieur de Toqueville should have been an expert in matters of the sex.
"I merely felt it my duty to drop you a word of warning against Monsieur de Toqueville because he is a Frenchman." "But, Mrs. Holt, I had no idea of of falling in love with him," protested Honora, as soon as she could get her breath. He seemed so kind and so interested in everything. "I dare say," said Mrs. Holt, dryly. "And I have always been led to believe that that is the most dangerous sort.
He was trying to read, but every once in a while would lay down his book and gaze protractedly at the house, stroking his mustache. The low song of the bees around the shrubbery vied with Mr. Holt's slow reading. On the whole, the situation delighted Honora, who bit her lip to refrain from smiling at M. de Toqueville.
For a moment he stood motionless, speechless, staring at her, and then he seemed to sway a little and to choke. "No, no," he cried, "it cannot be! My ears have deceived me. I am not sane. You are going to marry him ? Ah, you have sold yourself." "Monsieur de Toqueville," she said, "you forget yourself. Mr. Spence is an honourable man, and I love him." The Vicomte appeared to choke again.
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