Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !

Now sprang up the tantalizing suggestion, that, as Lady Vivian had never seen Madeleine, the latter had presented herself under a feigned name, for the sake of concealing her rank, and baffling the friends who sought to discover her abode. Was not that very possible, very natural?

Vivian extricated himself with as much grace as possible from the toils of the Economist, and indeed, like a skilful general, turned this little rencontre to account in accomplishing the very end for the attainment of which he had declined waltzing with Mrs. Felix Lorraine. "My dear Lord," said Vivian, addressing the Marquess, who was still by the side of Mrs.

Vivian hurried thither, with a secret expectation of finding Lady Julia with him there they both were in earnest conversation: as he approached, the trees concealed him from view; and Vivian heard his own name repeated. "Stop!" cried he, advancing: "let me not overhear your secrets I am not a traitor to my friends!" As he spoke, his eyes fixed with an expression of concentrated rage upon Russell.

And at last the dark, bitter, cynical nature gave way, and the young man fell sobbing at my feet and cried aloud, "Spare me, spare me! I see it all now, wretch that I have been!" On leaving Vivian I did not presume to promise him Roland's immediate pardon. I did not urge him to attempt to see his father. I felt the time was not come for either pardon or interview.

"And if he has, you may be sure he writes them." "Order and method!" Mrs. Vivian exclaimed. "With his immense property those virtues are necessary." Bernard glanced at her a moment. "My dear Lovelock," he said to himself, "you are not such a fool as you seem. Gordon's virtues are always necessary, doubtless," he went on. "But should you say his property was immense?" Mrs.

In listening to him, in believing him." "But you did n't believe me," Bernard exclaimed, "since you immediately went and offered yourself to Miss Vivian!" "I believed you all the same! When did I ever not believe you?" "The last words I ever heard from Mr. Wright were words of the deepest kindness," said Angela.

Vivian gave him a little look there was always more or less of it in her face which seemed equivalent to an entreaty that her interlocutor should spare her. "Maids are so strange," she murmured; "especially the French!" It pleased Bernard for the moment not to spare her, though he felt a sort of delight of kindness for her.

"I cannot stand it no, I cannot!" said Betty; and she turned away. When she had gone Mr. Fairfax dropped on his knees. He prayed for a long time with fervor. But that night he missed Betty Vivian at prayers in the beautiful little chapel.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, in an instinctively statuesque surprise; "I didn't know you were entertaining company." "Come right in, Harriet," Mrs. Polder heartily proclaimed. "Miss Jannan, Mr. Penny, this is Isabella's friend, Harriet de Barry, a near neighbour and a sweet girl. She's an actress, too; understudies Vivian Blane; and is better, lots say, than the lead."

Fanny awoke the next morning with a genuine headache, fearing she knew not what. The great gong which always awoke the school was not sounded that day; but a servant came in and brought Fanny's hot water, waking her at the same time. Fanny rubbed her eyes, tried to recall where she was, and then asked the woman how Miss Vivian was. "I don't know, miss.