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"There is no spirit in it; no, I had rather sell peanuts at a Broadway corner, roast chestnuts on a Parisian boulevard, or flowers in Regent Street, than wade through one stanza of his sleepy poems." Trevalyon laughed, saying: "How full of active life and vim you are; now, I, at times, could write of dreamy idleness con amore. Do you never weary of our incessant hunt after some new sensation?"
And Lady Wyesdale affected a childish look of terror as she turned to her hostess, saying: "You won't think us very dreadful, Lady Esmondet?" "Oh, dear, no; there's nothing dreadful in a pictured love scene." But in reality she felt annoyed that this silly woman should pretend to an understanding between Captain Trevalyon and herself.
She little knew that the mighty eagle, as he soars to his home in the mountain heights, with his bold glance wooing the sun, would as soon love the puny night hawk as would Lionel Trevalyon waste his heart's strongest feelings on such a frail butterfly as Posey Wyesdale. So, now, on the entree of our friends without Trevalyon the Duchess, as she greeted them, called out in her thin treble,
Trevalyon coming up at the moment, and seeing Vaura in all her lovliness, for lovely she was in cream white satin, sleeves merely a band, neck low, a circlet of gold of delicate workmanship round the throat, fastened in front with a diamond large as a hazel nut, bands of gold in same design, on perfect arms midway between shoulder and elbow; and the poor fellow hungered to have her all to himself for even a few minutes, so with forced gaiety he said: "Now, Mademoiselle, I, as your guardian, must insist on your taking a little rest and under my protection, for, should I allow you to take it with any other, the gay gallant would have the queen of the night back amidst the revelry.
Ah, well, the cards have been against me, that is all; join us somewhere when you can; au revoir." "ALICE ESMONDET, "Park Lane, 15th June, 1877. "CAPT. TREVALYON, "The Langham, London City." "Jove! how sorry I am" he exclaimed thoughtfully as he finished reading, then puffing his cigar, now vigorously then allowing it to die out, he thought silently.
Marchmont must be given an occupation, as she is immediately her opposite neighbour; Trevalyon will then not feel it incumbent on him to notice her, and will then be hers as though in a tete-a-tete; and so with the imperiousness that newly-acquired wealth lends to some natures, she says: "Here, Fairy, is Agnes Fleming's latest; as I warn you I shall monopolize Capt.
Bertram will only now have time to fly in occasionally to have a look at us. How about your lazy club life, Mr. Bertram?" "Yes, Bertram, your luxurious go-as-you-please existence is at London; you a Paris," said Trevalyon gayly.
"Beware, George," said Kate, breathlessly. "I shall not, Kate; you have maddened me and by the stars he shall say why you knelt to him. I suppose you would like me, forsooth! to admire the nonchalante manner of his posing at the time," and turning like a madman to Trevalyon, shaking his clenched fist in his face, said fiercely, "by the stars you shall speak. Why did she kneel to you?"
Trevalyon, nothing so naughty; it's Miranda's last pet." "But we women are given to petting the red-coats, Mrs. Marchmont," said Vaura with a laugh in her voice.
"Shall it be London, Guildford, or chic little Epsom, fair Madame?" "Give me London." "Our gilded Babylon, versus ethereal skies, with lights and shadows that would send an artist wild," said Trevalyon, gaily readjusting the telescope. "Why, Trevalyon, such sentiments from you," exclaimed the Colonel, while the others gathered around. "'Tis a practical age, I like his view," said Everly.
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