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Updated: May 7, 2025
Kate Haughton and Vaura Vernon would be the most powerful magnets at London; even as it is, they will.
Trevalyon made a momentary pause, he could not see Lady Esmondet through the opening, only our sweet Vaura, who listening to her godmother, idly ate of some fresh fruit, while the other fair hand caressed Mars.
For of one thing he felt sure, and that was that Trevalyon would be attracted by Vaura, if it were only for her originality, the freshness of her thoughts, her gay droll cynicism with no malice in it, merely showing she went through life with open eyes; her sunny temperament and gay conversation, to say nothing of her dear loveable self, and as he turned to look at her, her laughing grey eyes looking like stars, and a smile on her perfect lips, as she chatted gayly, he inwardly moaned at what he might never call his own.
She also says, but it's a woman's mistake I am sure, that you are half engaged to Blanche; be careful that you don't make Vaura love you; you were always a sort of hero with her; she is too lovely and lovable to have her life spoiled; take care of my two loved women in your charge. "Yours as ever, "ERIC HAUGHTON. "Captain Trevalyon, "Hotel Liberte le Soleil, Paris."
They found Lady Esmondet with Mrs. Wingfield and Trevalyon in an ideal refreshment room. "Glad you've found us, ma chere," said Lady Esmondet. "I need not ask how you are enjoying the ball," remarked Trevalyon, "your eyes tell me." "And they say true; how could it be otherwise Sir Knight? with music that thrills one, and a light foot treading a measure to the sweet notes," answered Vaura.
"You are happy," said Vaura, "never out of the sunshine." "Yes, I like it," said Mrs. Wingfield; "I can't live in the shade, and Mr. Bertram has me to adore for giving him the sun-light of this dwelling. I saw by the papers he was to make his exodus from London, so I telegraphed him to come here, and bring on a box of French novels we had forgotten."
Enter a lady, purely the Gaul in face and gesture, excited though decided in manner; with her two Frenchmen, the one a priest, the other a man of law. Following, and looking grief-stricken to the last degree, comes the youth of last scene. Vaura follows pale and sad, her uncle's arm around her; priest takes a ring from Vaura's finger; with a sharp instrument cuts it in twain.
Another riddle from the Sphynx, you must be a second Oedipus and guess for me; or go over and ask some of the others, they look as though they have been feeding ravenously of the tree of knowledge." "Draw your chair a little this way, Vaura, ma chere," said Lady Esmondet, who came over as Sir Tilton arose. "We shall all form one little group then, and it will be more pleasant."
"By the lilies of France," said a Parisian, putting up his glass; "though not the three graces, one of them is there." "Yes, by the memory of Bonaparte, she is worth a long look," said his companion, gazing at Vaura. And two of the occupants of Mr. Bertram's box were indulging much the same thought.
Vaura, who has been colouring some photographs, lets her hands fall idly to her lap, as she listens to the manly voice which, coming in and joining its music with their own, she feels makes their life complete. "Yes, I have dined, thank you, and do feel more like myself than I have done since the weight of this scandal has been upon me; but I shall not worry myself or you with naming it.
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