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Updated: July 10, 2025
I remember a pleasant morning-walk we had in the park at Vauxe, when we began a conversation which we never finished. What say you to a repetition of our stroll? 'Tis a lovely day, and I dare say we might escape by this window, and gain some green retreat without any one disturbing us."
Lothair sat opposite Miss Arundel, gazing on her beauty. It was like being at Vauxe again. And yet a great deal had happened since they were at Vauxe; and what? So far as they two were concerned, nothing but what should create or confirm relations of confidence and affection. Whatever may have been the influence of others on his existence, hers at least had been one of infinite benignity.
"That is religion," murmured her companion. "They may say what they like, but it would be well for us if we were all like her." It was a short half-hour by the railroad to Vauxe, and the station was close to the park gates. The sun was in its last hour when Lothair arrived, but he was captivated by the beauty of the scene, which he had never witnessed in its summer splendor.
Jerome to Lady Clanmorne, who was paying a morning visit. "I wish you could induce Lord Clanmorne to join us." "I wish so, too," said the lady, "but that is impossible. He never will give up his hunting." "I am sure there are more foxes in the Campagna than at Vauxe," said Lady St. Jerome. "I suppose you have heard of what they call the double event?" said Lady Clanmorne. "No."
"I shall prize it most dearly, both on account of its consecrated character and for the donor's sake, whom I have ever wished to see the champion of our Master." "You never had a wish, I am sure," said Lothair, "that was not sublime and pure." They breakfasted at Vauxe, in the long gallery. It was always a merry meal, and it was the fashion of the house that all should be present.
His memory, long in a state of apathy, or curbed and controlled into indifference, seemed endowed with unnatural vitality, reproducing the history of his past life in rapid and exhausting tumult. All its scenes rose before him Brentham, and Vauxe, and, Muriel and closing with one absorbing spot, which, for a long time, it avoided, and in which all merged and ended Belmont.
The gallery at Vauxe was of great length, and the breakfast-table was laid at one end of it. The gallery was of panelled oak, with windows of stained glass in the upper panes, and the ceiling, richly and heavily carved, was entirely gilt, but with deadened gold. Though stately, the general effect was not free from a certain character of gloom.
It was the sacred hour of two when Lothair arrived, and they were summoned to luncheon almost immediately. Then they were not alone; Lord St. Jerome was not there, but the priests were present and some others. Lothair, however, sat next to Miss Arundel. "I have been thinking of you very often since I left Vauxe," said Lothair to his neighbor. "Charitably, I am sure."
"It must be a great and painful sacrifice," said Lothair; "but, I believe, long meditated. I remember when I was at Vauxe, nearly two years ago, that I was told this was to be her fate. She was quite determined on it." "I saw the beautiful crucifix you gave her, at Mr. Ruby's."
Lothair found himself again in his old rooms, and, as his valet unpacked his toilet, he fell into one of his reveries. "What," he thought to himself, "if life after all be only a dream? I can scarcely realize what is going on. It seems to me; I have passed through a year of visions. That I should be at Vauxe again! A roof I once thought rife with my destiny. And perhaps it may prove so.
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