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Trevalyon," said Vaura, taking his offered arm, and as the hand leaning on his arm pressed closely, she said in low tones, "you had my unregistered vote." "Merci," he said, pressing her hand. They found the theatre crowded from pit to dome. And the advent of our little party, as they took possession of their box, caused no little sensation even in that galaxy of beauty and fashion.
"I did the best I could in taking time by the forelock, to be able to put in a word or two with your lordship and Uncle Eric; I read old periodicals and new, ancient history with modern philosophy and science notes." "And they have you now, Vaura dear," said her godmother. "A womanly woman, every inch of you." "You are partial, dear; yet I did in those days long for an Ovid and a metamorphosis."
"The dear old place! though it is changed I love it, and am glad to be here once more," said Vaura, feelingly, inwardly telling herself, "my love will be here to-night." "Where is your mistress, William?" inquired his master of a servant in the brown and buff livery of the house. "In the ball-room, sir."
"Well, Roland, the irrepressible, from the lips of the women who love him, the mannikin is, dear or cara mia before Tilton Everly to his men friends, and Sir Tilton Everly to society; art satisfied?" "By no means," he said slyly. "He is only a gay little sunflower," said Lady Esmondet. "Yes, there are many bankrupts on your hands, Vaura.
"No," said Lady Esmondet; "Rotten Row is her experience, and 'tis scarcely a hunting field." "Unless for the praise of men," said Vaura. "Or a husband," cried Mrs. Wingfield. "But about the field, Sir Tilton; do you think Mrs. Haughton will take it?" asked Vaura. "I am sure she will, for I overheard her the same day make a bet of L500 that she'd ride grey Jessie with the hounds next meet."
"N'importe, madame; remember 'that men have died and worms have eaten them, but not for love." "You know better, Vaura." On entering the hotel her maid met her with a message from Lady Esmondet bidding her dress at once for Mr. Bertram's dinner.
"A month or two ago the bands in the parks filled the air with music," said Vaura; "now it is filled with the murmur of many voices, see the little chesnut-seller doing his part." "Here we are, Hotel Liberte le Soleil," said Trevalyon, as the carriage stopped.
"Spoken like a Briton on his preserves," laughed Vaura. "How these fellows without an income manage to keep to the front is more than I can tell," said Douglas; "now, this Everly, though he doesn't exactly wax fat and shine, he isn't one of the lean kine either." "I bet my life," said Bertram, "he is angling in his aunt's flower garden for a gold-fish."
"Don't you think, Vaura, dear?" said Lady Esmondet, "we had better return to the villa and decide what we shall do with the rest of the day." "Yes, I suppose so, dear; though one would fain linger here longer." As they retrace their steps, Trevalyon, decided for them, that the air being delightfully warm and balmy, a drive up and down the Corso, would be pleasant.
Vaura is extremely lovely and fascinating, she, of course, is the magnet that draws him; what a presumptuous little poppet he is, a mere fortune-hunter, hanger-on of society to dare turn his eyes in her direction. But am I not taking too deep an interest in this sweet Vaura Vernon. I must guard my heart; she is a flirt, I must beware. Another tender billet from Mrs.
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